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comics_shrew posted an interesting Q&A on comics buying habits and the influence of reviewers on same. As I posted in my own reply, I read a lot of comics web sites and blogs, mostly for the news and previews. Sometimes the "buzz" will influence me on whether I try something or not. Sometimes I've already made up my mind. Some titles are just not my thing. I have to laugh whenever someone says that girls only read Sandman and other Vertigo titles, since there are virtually none in my collection. I like the more classic artwork. Edgy and artsy tends to make me twitch.
On the other hand, I do value the opinions of other fans, usually because they tend to voice some of the same concerns as I would. I can count any number of series I tried out in trade paperback format, because of a dc_clocktower link or discussion in chat room. I can always count on fans for their… um… enthusiasm? Passion? Squee? Something like that. I'm not sure whether my bank account thanks you yet.
buggery posted a lovely fic "The Universality of this Experience" featuring Detective Crispus Allen from "Gotham Central". Captures Cris' voice extremely well, especially his attitude towards the Bat. Also suggests posting other fic featuring African American characters from the comics in honor of Martin Luther King's birthday. If you need ideas The Museum of Black Superheroes covers a wide range of ideas. I don't know if the site covers the non-super powered characters like Amanda Waller. Sorta inspired, I wrote this Doctor Midnight drabble tonight inspired by comments by her father in Infinity Inc #21. It took a darker turn than I intended...
A Time to Fight
I didn't need to see the pain in my father's face. I could hear it plainly in his voice.
My father doesn't believe in violence. He didn't raise his only daughter to become some costumed vigilante. Words carry more strength than any fist he used to tell me when I was younger. Fighting back doesn't solve anything, only complicates matters further.
He doesn't trust masks. My father doesn't see heroes, only villains. He doesn't see bravery, only cowardice. He remembers old Southern gentlemen hiding behind their white hoods, leaving crosses burning in front of his church and home. He can't see past their hate. Perhaps he is blinded in a different way.
I know I've disappointed him with my decision. He wanted me to be different. I would be the success story out of this little South Carolina town, the preacher's daughter made good. A doctor, not a nurse or a maid. But I'm a product of my family and my teachers. My father taught me Christian compassion and kindness. But Charles McNider taught me how to push beyond my limitations. Actions are stronger than mere words. He would want me to do what I could with my new gift.
These are difficult times. The skies have turned blood red crimson. Shadow creatures are attacking everyone. Maybe they're signs of the Apocalypse my father is preaching about on his pulpit. Someone has to fight back, even if it has to be me. Even if I won't survive the struggle, I will have given my best.
On the other hand, I do value the opinions of other fans, usually because they tend to voice some of the same concerns as I would. I can count any number of series I tried out in trade paperback format, because of a dc_clocktower link or discussion in chat room. I can always count on fans for their… um… enthusiasm? Passion? Squee? Something like that. I'm not sure whether my bank account thanks you yet.
buggery posted a lovely fic "The Universality of this Experience" featuring Detective Crispus Allen from "Gotham Central". Captures Cris' voice extremely well, especially his attitude towards the Bat. Also suggests posting other fic featuring African American characters from the comics in honor of Martin Luther King's birthday. If you need ideas The Museum of Black Superheroes covers a wide range of ideas. I don't know if the site covers the non-super powered characters like Amanda Waller. Sorta inspired, I wrote this Doctor Midnight drabble tonight inspired by comments by her father in Infinity Inc #21. It took a darker turn than I intended...
A Time to Fight
I didn't need to see the pain in my father's face. I could hear it plainly in his voice.
My father doesn't believe in violence. He didn't raise his only daughter to become some costumed vigilante. Words carry more strength than any fist he used to tell me when I was younger. Fighting back doesn't solve anything, only complicates matters further.
He doesn't trust masks. My father doesn't see heroes, only villains. He doesn't see bravery, only cowardice. He remembers old Southern gentlemen hiding behind their white hoods, leaving crosses burning in front of his church and home. He can't see past their hate. Perhaps he is blinded in a different way.
I know I've disappointed him with my decision. He wanted me to be different. I would be the success story out of this little South Carolina town, the preacher's daughter made good. A doctor, not a nurse or a maid. But I'm a product of my family and my teachers. My father taught me Christian compassion and kindness. But Charles McNider taught me how to push beyond my limitations. Actions are stronger than mere words. He would want me to do what I could with my new gift.
These are difficult times. The skies have turned blood red crimson. Shadow creatures are attacking everyone. Maybe they're signs of the Apocalypse my father is preaching about on his pulpit. Someone has to fight back, even if it has to be me. Even if I won't survive the struggle, I will have given my best.