Friday, 3 February 2012

Comics as an entertainment medium

I think it was Neil Gaiman that absolved me of my guilt in reading comics.

He described a social encounter where someone asked him what he did for a living. He recounted that he said that he wrote comics. The recipient of this statement seemed nonplussed until they heard that he wrote The Sandman, at which point they lit up and branded Gaiman, (in a supportive way) a graphic novelist. I can see why it might seem funny that the same content bound differently could produce such a different attitude, but the dynamics of pigeonholing information and individuals is a natural part of how our brains process and map out information. (Though Neil probably knows this and was just providing amusing filler for interviews.)

After that moment I gleefully consumed Serenity Rose and Daniel Schaffer's dogwitch
right alongside Good Omens, (all of which are in my, "If I could un-remember them I would, just so that I could enjoy reading them for the first time again" list. )

I noticed, long after the fact, the Infinity crisis arc over in DC land. I bought a few of them, and though I can see a lot of work has gone into them, (I might even go as far as to say that as an event it is a worthy effort), but I did not connect with them. This feels more like a, "gather ye rose-buds while ye may" rather than a failing on the part of DC and the artistic talents of its staff. I think that I have finally grown out of comics, (with a few exceptions.)

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