There’s some interesting analysis of the recent New York Times Magazine article (free registration required) on graphic novels. The Comic Queen doesn’t think much of it, and Mark Singer (who is Not the Beastmaster, should you have been wondering) takes his own in-depth look at it. Honestly, the responses to the article are better reading than the article itself.
Others have discussed the October solicits from DC Comics now available for your perusal. Of special note, at least in my opinion, is the digest-sized collection of MY FAITH IN FRANKIE, a really wonderful mini-series by Mike Carey. If you missed the individual issues, it’s hard to imagine a better opportunity to rectify that than a $7 digest. And I think this particular story will work spectacularly well in that format.
As for tomorrow’s comics, there’s lots of goodness on display. From DC, there’s FABLES 27, FALLEN ANGEL 13, and GOTHAM CENTRAL 21. Jay Faerber and bunches of other people provide squabbling super-hero soap opera with NOBLE CAUSES EXTENDED FAMILY ONE SHOT (though the crowd of creators obviously leaves open the possibility that some bits will be better than others *cough*DevinGrayson*cough*). Marvel will be offering up DISTRICT X 3, SHE-HULK 5, and ULTIMATE X-MEN 49. LOVE FIGHTS 11 is due out from Oni. (If only I could get my shop to carry it. I loved the FCBD preview, and I’ve ordered the first trade, though.)
And if you want to balance out all that quality, there’s always IDENTITY CRISIS 2 (by New York Times Academy Pulitzer Peabody Papal Saint Brad Meltzer), something called the WITCHBLADE BLOAD OATH ONE SHOT, seventy-five comics by Geoff Johns, and the bust of a tertiary serial killer character. “He’ll eat your eyes and swallow your mind!” What’s next? A Thessaly bobble-head?
Completely unrelated to the subject of comics, if the phrase “low-carb” makes you spasm in frustration and disgust, Sarah Bunting at Tomato Nation feels your pain. She sums up my feelings on the subject much better than I could, so crack open a loaf of crusty sourdough, click, and feel the starchy love.