This week my essay on The
New Mutants #25 was posted to
Comics Bulletin. It wraps up a tasty narrative pretzel about Rahne and Bobby
inheriting the powers of Cloak & Dagger. Tandy and Tyrone, unburdened and
ready to leave the life behind, decide to do the 'noble' thing again take up
the … err … cloak and dagger.
There are two B-stories in this arc that involve Selene and
the Hellfire Club and Magneto and Aleytys "Lee" Forrester that are
plain kooky. To be honest, the one about Selene, The New Mutants #23, is kinky and as
I write in the piece an eye-opener for me at the time. The other plot
thread with Magneto and 'Lee' takes place on an island somewhere in the
Bermuda triangle. As Magneto and Forrester approach this Cthulhu-inspired
getaway, Sienkiewicz scrawls 'Cockrum' into the cracks along the sea wall. The man
is not without a sense of humor or history.
I don't know if anyone has coined the term 'the Sienkiewicz
face,' if not, you may want to register that domain name or tumbler tout
de suite. The
New Mutants #24 makes a case for
the face. This being the New Mutants
the faces are often in anguish or some kind of distress. My favorite is one of
Magik (natch) as she and her teammates figure out what to do with Rahne and
Bobby. She's got this enigmatic smile that says discomfort and hints at barely
contained roiling rage.
Next up, is the arrival of David Charles Haller a/k/a Legion,
perhaps the most powerful mutant ever imagined and therefore problematic in every
way.
The other piece that came out this week at Comics Bulletin
is the January edition of 2 for #1.
Jamil Scalese and I along with this month's mystery date, editor extraordinaire,
Danny Djeljosevic take on The Black Beetle #1, Adventure Time with Fiona and Cake #1
and Young Avengers #1.
Ensconced as I am in
Marvel's merry mutants, I find myself more and more drawn to the Marvel
universe. Marvel NOW! is marketing bullshit and yet I keep thinking if I was
thirty years younger, Young Avengers
would have been my jam like The New
Mutants was back in the day except Sam and Bobby never shared an open-mouth
kiss like Wiccan and Hulkling.
According to Blogger, this marks my forty-ninth post to Interested in Sophisticated Fun?. It's only fitting as I near the tape
on my one year anniversary that I try to make it an even fifty, which (almost)
averages to one post per week, my goal when I began this
new universe.
Time is irrelevant when it comes to writing. What we write lives after us (we hope) and when it comes to the act itself, writing ain't no sprint, it's a damn marathon.
Writing is, perhaps, better compared to a dance than a marathon.
ReplyDeleteFor me, sometimes I lose my self-awareness and groove. Other times, like Ginger Rogers, my partner elevates my moves. But mostly I end up with a dance akin to the death thoes of Jim Conklin in The Red Badge of Courage.
But whatever.... Let's face the music and dance.
Elkin,
ReplyDeleteYou Diana Krall lover, you! I love the dance (as you know) and you are a fitting partner. And Ginger Rogers did everything Fred Astire did except backwards and in heels ... and you, my friend, look great in evening wear, I'm assuming.
BOOM
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