So it's obvious David Tosh loves comics and that's wonderful. But this reads like a chronological laundry list to me. Any life or substance or verve to the writing and anecdotes // just isn't there. I'm very much into graphic novels because they are beautiful pieces of art and often reach you in a way that only words can't. When it comes to comics, there are just so many (different runs and reissues and reboots) that it's overwhelming. And the older issues just aren't my cup of tea (although I do freaking love The Flash and Hawkeye). Frankly, I prefer (to varying degrees) all that's come after the foundation comics: the movies and TV series, the Justice League cartoon from the early 2000s, even fanfiction. The longer these comics have been around to inspire later generations, the more diverse and inclusive and less sexist these stories have the potential to become, which is great.
This book looks lovely and is formatted nicely, but it's not what I'm looking for in a celebration of how awesome comics can be. So far, it was boring at best and annoying at worst (including the bit about Big Bang Theory, yeah... no thanks).
This book looks lovely and is formatted nicely, but it's not what I'm looking for in a celebration of how awesome comics can be. So far, it was boring at best and annoying at worst (including the bit about Big Bang Theory, yeah... no thanks).