Nevertheless, compared to the issue that had preceded it - and to an even greater extent, the one that would follow it - this comic was vaguely disappointing.
Not that I didn’t like New Gods #6 at all when I first read it I was too much of a Jack Kirby fan in general, and a Fourth World fan in particular, for that to be the case.
The comic books that I needed to grow into to fully appreciate.Īs you’ve probably already guessed, such a comic book is the subject of the post you’re reading right now. Second, there are those comics which, allowing for the inevitable changes in popular tastes and prevailing styles that have occurred over the last half-century, still hold up quite well indeed such books continue to provide an entertainment experience that can be recommended to other readers with few if any reservations.Īnd then there’s the third, as well as the smallest, category: the comic books that I didn’t enjoy as much when I first bought and read them as I do today. First, there are those comics that I liked, or even loved, when I originally read them, but which don’t hold up all that well today though I can usually still find things to enjoy about these books, it’s by considering them either through the rosy lens of nostalgia, or at something of an ironic distance - sometimes both. Over the six years that I’ve been producing this blog, I’ve found the fifty-year-old comic books I write about here - all of which I bought off the stands when they first came out - generally fall into one of three categories.
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