So, with a newly subscribed Library Card in hand
Hugo went and took his Saturday morning scouring his London borough’s 6 libraries for comic book/graphic novel material.
And… boy did the borough fall short.
But not a wholly worthless trip as I came back with the following:
V for Vendetta
Batman: Year One
Road to Perdition
The Originals
And a random
Hellboy comic recommeded by Frank Miller... as I enjoyed the first film
Sadly my borough only has compendium issues 3-8 for
Sandman so I have put in a request to get 1-2 / 9-10 shipped in from another part of London
So,
Batman: Year One was picked up at the first library and was subsequently read on the buses between all the other libraries, and finished on the way home from work at 3am on the night bus, surrounded by people in Hallowe’en costumes – including a Batman and a Catwoman.
Rather fitting, no?
Oh, and she pulled off the costume
very well
So…
Batman: Year One – what a fascinating little book. And my first Batman comic.
I enjoyed it overall, some parts playing in a wonderfully grim and sadistic tone, whilst others… feeling a little shoehorned in. Yet, overall, an interesting piece.
I read the thing as slowly as I could (I’m an impatient and gluttonous man overall when it comes to entertaining media), soaking up the detail, paying (almost excessive) attention to the artwork, eventually finding a steady pace to immerse myself in this rotten Gotham.
And frankly, this is the first time in any medium I’ve felt that Gotham IS actually falling apart. Seedy, grimly realised through the art and prose, a town ripe for the Rha’s Al Ghul of
Batman Begins to tear down. A pity that for all its intentions in Nolan’ film, that outer circle of hell which they’re aiming for is never as rich as it is here in
Year One.
The artwork is stark, again grim, at times almost minimalist and in others so textured you can almost feel the craggy lines on Lieutenant Gordon’s face. Yet there are moments where the artwork comes off as a little half thought-out, most notably the section where Batman takes on a group of thugs in a stairwell in Chapter Two. It feels stale, static and a little humdrum compared to the remainder of the piece. But it’s a small pothole overall.
There are a few other irks which I couldn’t shake too. Selina/Catwoman seems a touch shoehorned in for no real reason here. It’s nice that she starts out at the bottom and aims for something higher through her thievery, yet I can’t help but think this could have been dropped in favour of more political infighting/intrigue between the Commisioner/Falcone/Underworld. Still, she’s a little dose of humour added to the rather relentless mix, so again, it’s forgivable. As is the rather Flash-Gordon-like use of a convenient chimney to save Batman from an aerial bomb attack on a building he’s hiding in. A 30’s throwback? Possibly, but a touch daft for me given the tone of the rest of the piece. Still, the sheer ruthlessness of the overall story structure helps counteracts these little blips.
What isn’t forgivable however is the rather bizarre use of inflection in the characters speech. There are times when a word (or part of a word) are bolded and I couldn’t for the life of me figure out what
in the world
they meant!
Aweful example I just gave, I know, but it bugged me endlessly. As did the diary-font used to convey Bruce’s thoughts. Nice idea, but at times nearly bloody unreadable.
But I guess these are quibbles really.
Still, should an origin story really give the more interesting beginning to Gordon over Batman? I guess Wayne’s growth into the bat has been explored so many times Miller had to find something fresh to bring to the mix. Wayne here at times feels almost like a cipher, riding on the readers pre-existing Batman-Baggage to carry him through. Meanwhile, at least for me, Gordon was a previous non-entity. A man inside the establishment pulling favours, red-tape and records for Wayne’s caped vigilante loon. It was refreshing to see an honest man, a man who reminded me of a worn out stuffed animal, so abused by his keeper that the stitching is barely holding him together. A fighter, as tough and imaginative as Batman, and as flawed as we all are. If anything THIS is the truly exciting re-imagining, and you can certainly see where Nolan lifted from for his Batman flicks.
A fascinating piece which I think I’ll re-read in a few weeks before giving it back to the library.
So, onto
V for Vendetta which I’m now 40 pages into. The story hasn’t gripped me just yet, but I’m adoring the artwork.
Update to come when complete.
Hugo – might use this thread to discuss his reading if people are up for the little essays
