My take on the best week of periodical comics in recent memory! I bought eight items on Thursday, a personal record, and said deep and interesting things about four of them.
Here are some words about Brendan McCarthy's "Doctor Strange takes acid" story in House of Mystery, as well as a look at Milo Manara's pillowy-as-natural-breasts X-Women excursion.
And here is some sentence-shrapnel on the disappointment that is Thor the Mighty Avenger, plus a verbal high five to G-Mo and Frazer Irving, superstar, for the best Batman comic in a very very long time.
Go on, get moving... jeez...
4 comments:
"Milo Manara, indisputably one of comics' greatest living artists"..."The man is absolutely the best artist of women in comics"
For god's sake, tell me you were either high, drunk, or being extremely sarcastic when you wrote that review.
Seriously?
...and you know what, I'll take the hit for that review unconditionally if people what to dish it out. It's got some shitty writing in it, so you know what? Fuck it, I'll do better next time. But Manara is absolutely a great comics artist, and I'll take that to my grave. Or at least my thirties.
Those women with their identical never changing O faces and their identical bodies. Bleah.
I'd rather read Crepax (to pick someone of closer ilk).
Yup, Crepax > Manara, unquestionably. Crepax basically > anyone. But he's dead. And while I put Georges Pichard on about an equal footing with Manara, his stuff tends to terrify me.
Obviously it isn't indisputable that Manara is one of comics' greatest living artists since you just disputed it, but he's in my pantheon for sure. Indian Summer, The Snowman, the Bergman books, El Gaucho, even Borgia -- I can't think of very many dudes at all with a body of work that can stand up to his. Indian Summer alone puts him up there at least in the Paul Gulacy/Dave Gibbons/Alex Raymond area for me.
And I'm never revealing which parts of this blog I write high.
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