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The absurdity continues as The Chandelier judges his self-worth against his social media presence, and when Rush Hour continues his enforcement of traffic law. In the vein of another Ahoy book (Wrong Earth) My Bad is a satirical reflection of the capes and cowls that have come to brood before them. This is a literal laugh-out-loud comic worth every dollar spent. As usual, these issues come loaded with back matter that’ll keep your funny senses on high alert, but with this series the back matter is entirely My Bad-centric. I mean.. The Accelerator has his own Q&A column. Sight gags and visual puns will make this series a must-read-over-again-and-again once it’s through, but don’t wait ..each of this issues will give you a breath of fresh air. New issue is out this week.
Last time: Absurd Pomp. This time: The Deadly Wives of Windsor. As we parade through charades of iambic pentameter and Shakespeare holds Sir Bard as moniker, we gracefully dance through the story of how Bard and his Page solve each case by issue’s end: in disguise. This narrative niche is inventive as hell and I’m floored at the execution so far. The illustrative style, both lines and colors AND lettering, work perfectly for a story told to poetry. Lest doth thou forget thy latest No Holds Bard when traveling thou way to a local comic bookstore or any divine digital device. (Pulls out Shakespearean dictionary to find previous said sentence making zero sense). You get the idea. This book is fun. Track it down.
The horror anthology is back for more. Last month was the debut of its second season and wasted no time getting back in to the hallways of the hotel and shadows of the night. This week sees another installment with issue 2 with the teaser tagline: “if these walls could scream”. Ironically enough, that is just what you will do as you flip through the pages of a horror comic done right. Every issue of HoteLL introduces us to a new cast of characters of which quickly become intimately connected to your compassion and fears. Jack Lynch is back as our host and narrator, simultaneously manning the front desk checking in visitors each issue. What will become of the patrons in issue 2? How quickly will we find ourselves in them? Who (or what) is responsible for all of this chaos and mayhem along Route 66? Come with me and stay another night at Pierrot Courts.
I don’t normally do this. Adding to the hype for comics needing no introduction isn’t what I’m here for. I like shining a light on ones a bit outside the spotlight; existing in the shadows of those I speak of. Consider this a mulligan, or whatever the golf term is for a swing that needn’t count since all your competition is still stuck in the sand traps. All that said, Zdarsky’s Daredevil series has been about as consistently good as any mainstream comic these days. By giving Elektra the Daredevil treatment in the final issues of his run, Zdarsky now has given reigns to the Devil (who EXACTLY IS the Devil?) and Elektra is still sporting horns dressed in blood-red (no kills, though ..obv). I’m very pumped for this Daredevil miniseries alongside the other, much more hero-adjacent sibling. Come for the Bachalo cover and stay for the Elektra story we didn’t know we needed.
Batman: No Man’s Land Omnibus by a whole lotta people, published by DC Comics.
Oh my god. Hold on. I’ve gotta check how much is in here. Holy Smokes. This is just triumphant. Everyone should have to read No Man’s Land, not because it factors into The Dark Knight Rises or anything like that, but because everyone should have to experience the sprawling glory that is this epic, peak late-90s comic storyline. Is it a major crossover? Not exactly. Is it critically acclaimed? Define acclaim. Is it a storyline that runs through close to 90 single issues, across 11 monthly titles in addition to various one shot tie-ins? That’s a big 10-4. This is what we had for comics in the late 90s, and, really, everyone should buy one of these and create some sort of tasteful altar in their home to display it and conduct a ritual daily reading.
The Many Deaths of Laila Starr by Ram V, Filipe Andrade, and Andworld Design, published by BOOM! Studios
I haven’t enjoyed a series as much as Laila Starr in quite some time. Ram’s prose is subtle and to the point. He allows the philosophy and the mythology to emerge organically. There is a beauty in the restraint; he pulls back even more than in Blue in Green, which was itself an exercise in showing-not-telling. As a result, the book becomes more meditative and thought-provoking. That is all enhanced by Filipe Andrade’s line and color work, both evoking the trippy, ethereal nature of Ram’s script.
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