Otherwise you’d be hip-deep in new Image titles, concerned about Captain America, and still dreaming of being loved by someone with an impossible body.
Sandman #75 is just what writer Neil Gaiman promised: his retelling of Shakespeare’s The Tempest, a glorious finale to one of Comics’ Greatest Stories.
It hasn’t been a good start to the year, comically speaking. With news of no more Calvin & Hobbes, and just one more issue each of Sandman and Love & Rockets…
I’d like to suggest the pricey (but very worth the price) hardcover graphic novel Stuck Rubber Baby. I could do a whole column just on this masterpiece.
It’s the first thing you notice about the place. It’s not the color or the noise. It’s not the people. The first thing you notice is always the same: the smell.
Now it’s all gone, wiped out in what could be just another case of Darwinian business reality. Maybe that’s all it is. But that wouldn’t make a good read.
The cemetery was the best neighbor imaginable. No dogs shitting on your lawn, no loud stereos, lawn mowers, or squealing tires. Just long rows of dead folk.