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Faizan
What made you start reading comics?
Was it the cover art, a well crafted story, the violence, the bibliography of the characters, the movies?
The art deep inside of a comic drove millions of fanboys, like me, to fill ten comic book long boxes over the last 30 years. Today purchasing comics has dropped on our list of priorities. We have rent to pay, a car to keep running, we even like to eat on occasion and the new paper in comics doesn't digest well compared to the old pulp pages.
Block buster movies based on comic books are keeping an aging industry alive when all indicators show that paper comic book sales are waning.
[Only Two Comics in 2014 sold Over 100K]
In the eighties, the height of my buying frenzy, entertainment was done on the cheap when it came to superhero films and television shows. [Like Dr. Strange 1978]
I cannot recall a time when television stations were without some form of visual hero worship; but we all knew that comic books were just better.
The reader, you and me, provided the sound effects, the voice overs and narration. You knew exactly how Captain America spoke by the regal and commanding way Jack Kirby, John Buscema or John Byrne drew him.
You could tell by the words Superman used in battle or by how he carried himself as Clark Kent what his voice sounded like from just the panels of his comic book. We filled in other details of a superhero book from our fervent imagination. When I lacked the vision to know what space looked like to the Silver Surfer, or what the effects on an explosion would be on a tank crushed by The Incredible Hulk, comic book creators would provide.
Respect
There was something else even more important than the worship of amazing artists and masters like P. Craig Russell, Paul Smith, Jim Pollard, José Luis García-López, Kevin Nowlan, Bill Sienkiewicz, Matt Wagner, Walt Simonson, Teri Austin, John Byrne, Jan Duursema. Something else more important than my respect for writers like Chris Claremont, Len Wein, Alan Moore, Grant Morrison, Alan Davis. That was the knowledge of those men and women sitting in a building bent over a desk or a drawing board working just for us, because they were like us. These people were for the most part disenfranchised, bullied in school, broke, hungry and driven by their imagination.
This isn't to say that a comic book artist working in comics today is a movie star going to and fro in limousines and drinking champagne from the hollowed out skulls of comic con nerds. The creators in nineties and early two thousands had ink stains on their hands, graphite smudges on their palms and only dreamed of movies like Bryan Singers 2000 film X-Men or the first release of Jos Whedan's 2012 blockbuster The Avengers. They had no idea how they would survive long enough to retire and you don't see very many comic book artists over 50.
The End Is Nigh
The desire to hold, read and collect comic books is now in our past and fading fast. Drawn by the allure of digital media, the nearly live action cinematic concoctions of Hollywood, Cosplay and the age of the 'selfie', any and every artist to put down a pen and pencil on Bristol paper is available to the graphic connoisseur in the instant you desire it. The true comic book fan is voluntarily being vanquished by the immediate gratification entertainment industry. And all of us, sometimes me included, have volunteered for surrender.
Was it the cover art, a well crafted story, the violence, the bibliography of the characters, the movies?
The art deep inside of a comic drove millions of fanboys, like me, to fill ten comic book long boxes over the last 30 years. Today purchasing comics has dropped on our list of priorities. We have rent to pay, a car to keep running, we even like to eat on occasion and the new paper in comics doesn't digest well compared to the old pulp pages.
Block buster movies based on comic books are keeping an aging industry alive when all indicators show that paper comic book sales are waning.
[Only Two Comics in 2014 sold Over 100K]
In the eighties, the height of my buying frenzy, entertainment was done on the cheap when it came to superhero films and television shows. [Like Dr. Strange 1978]
I cannot recall a time when television stations were without some form of visual hero worship; but we all knew that comic books were just better.
The reader, you and me, provided the sound effects, the voice overs and narration. You knew exactly how Captain America spoke by the regal and commanding way Jack Kirby, John Buscema or John Byrne drew him.
You could tell by the words Superman used in battle or by how he carried himself as Clark Kent what his voice sounded like from just the panels of his comic book. We filled in other details of a superhero book from our fervent imagination. When I lacked the vision to know what space looked like to the Silver Surfer, or what the effects on an explosion would be on a tank crushed by The Incredible Hulk, comic book creators would provide.
Respect
There was something else even more important than the worship of amazing artists and masters like P. Craig Russell, Paul Smith, Jim Pollard, José Luis García-López, Kevin Nowlan, Bill Sienkiewicz, Matt Wagner, Walt Simonson, Teri Austin, John Byrne, Jan Duursema. Something else more important than my respect for writers like Chris Claremont, Len Wein, Alan Moore, Grant Morrison, Alan Davis. That was the knowledge of those men and women sitting in a building bent over a desk or a drawing board working just for us, because they were like us. These people were for the most part disenfranchised, bullied in school, broke, hungry and driven by their imagination.
This isn't to say that a comic book artist working in comics today is a movie star going to and fro in limousines and drinking champagne from the hollowed out skulls of comic con nerds. The creators in nineties and early two thousands had ink stains on their hands, graphite smudges on their palms and only dreamed of movies like Bryan Singers 2000 film X-Men or the first release of Jos Whedan's 2012 blockbuster The Avengers. They had no idea how they would survive long enough to retire and you don't see very many comic book artists over 50.
The End Is Nigh
The desire to hold, read and collect comic books is now in our past and fading fast. Drawn by the allure of digital media, the nearly live action cinematic concoctions of Hollywood, Cosplay and the age of the 'selfie', any and every artist to put down a pen and pencil on Bristol paper is available to the graphic connoisseur in the instant you desire it. The true comic book fan is voluntarily being vanquished by the immediate gratification entertainment industry. And all of us, sometimes me included, have volunteered for surrender.
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