Lately I’ve been trying to read as many of the Eisner nominations as possible. And while I dug Ichiro and thought Sammy Harkham’s Everything Together was pretty good, nothing has hit me like Unterzakhn.
In Unterzakhn, Leela Corman tells the story of two Jewish sisters at the turn of the 20th century, flashing backwards and forwards through time to try and capture those little life-changing moments that end up adding up to your sum as a human being.
I thought the art was gorgeous and the pacing phenomenal. It’s just the story of life, but it was just as tense and thrilling as superheroes avoiding explosions in the depths of space. And when it ended, I felt like a ton of bricks had dropped in my stomach.
So today, being New Comic Book day and all, I recommend that if you’ve got a small week of people in tights punching each other, you pick up Unterzakhn on your way out.
Well just goddamnit, Lucy Lane.
(Superman’s Pal Jimmy Olsen #69 “Jimmy Olsen’s Viking Sweetheart”)
There is nothing that angers me greater than being unable to purchase a Jimmy Olsen omnibus.
The world wants it, DC. The world wants it.
GLAM ROCK BATMAN
I’ve mentioned before that the internet could do a lot worse than take a year off of redesigning Batman and his rogues gallery but, at the same time, it’s almost irresistibly compelling. I get it, the entire cast is a mass of grotesque caricatures so simple in their excess that any template works. D&D Batman. Supermarket Batman. All the Batman villains as different ice cream treats. It all works.
Y’know, in a manner of speaking, anyway. I still don’t get how the very popular “Rockabilly Batman” is supposed to function: His murdered parents left him a garage, he’s a grease monkey not a millionaire, I’m pretty sure that’s actually just a different character. You’ve seen the one where it’s Batman and all his villains except they’re all students at the same high school? I’m not grokking that one either - there’s a teenage Two-Face? There’s a 15-year old kid with acid burns over half his body and he his whole thing is being a criminal mastermind instead of having the Make-A-Wish Foundation on speed dial? Does teenage Joker kill whole auditoriums full of fellow students? Oh, Poison Ivy’s a cheerleader. Teen Croc eating hesh kids out behind the dumspters. America’s high schools could use a refreshing dose of students killing other students. Fun concept.
Anyway, Glam Rock Batman. I won’t lie, I sketched out Glam Rock Robin, Batgirl, Joker and Penguin. We’re all sick, it’s an epidemic.
Grant Morrison writes an epic that sees Batman go from blues guitarist to jazz pianist to rockabilly grease monkey to sixties pop swooner to 70s glam rocker to 80s new wave sensation to 90s flannel and grunge rocker until finally becoming the Batman that we know today: Dubstep Batman.