Six li’l issues of The Avengers. Do they really bear the whole weight of the history of Marvel Comics, and perhaps even of fan culture’s creative intestinal torsion? It can’t be that simple, but even at age thirteen-fourteen, I knew something was happening.
It took a lot of working out the context in my mind, but I’m finally ready to look at a very interesting species of comics villain.
Ask any comics fan: over thataway is Marvel and it’s [insert string of fervent adjectives and loaded nouns], and over thisaway is DC and it’s [insert string of fervent adjectives and loaded nouns]. You choose your flag and you wave it. The rest are fringe. As my Brit Lit informed me, it’s “RCs to the right, Prods to the left, and fancy buggers in the middle.”
I usually don’t blog what-happened-just-now style, but right now it fits. Today (Nov 29) featured the second time in a week, and in my whole life, that a working person who happened to be black addressed me – 50ish, white – as “boss.” Read the rest of this entry
You will notice an ongoing focus on women and kittycats in 1970s comics. Bear in mind that my relevant participation was from 1975 (ages 10-11) through 1978 (ages 13-14) and draw your own conclusions. Judy Blume had my number in Then Again, Maybe I Won’t, though.
Dr. Strange, the Hulk, Namor, and the Silver Surfer? Someone had some balls to propose a super-group with these characters; if they could ever find a common sphere of activity and a collective identity, that’d be the end of super-heroing and super-villaining for anyone else. But that line-up didn’t last past its own set-up, and settled instead into Strange, Valkyrie, and Nighthawk in a sort-of recap of the early Thomas Avengers, with the Hulk showing up frequently.
Like “African-American” and “person of color,” “Native American” was not a phrase of my childhood, simply because they weren’t invented yet. Read the rest of this entry