These are detectives trying to solve cases in a world where Batman can seemingly solve any crime so long as he’s given enough time (there is only one of him after all). And Gotham Central.Įvery character in Gotham Central, a book about precinct detectives in Batman’s Gotham, is at odds with the DC Universe. Alias, Bendis's Daredevil, Langridge's Thor, Ultimate Spider-Man (to some extent), Simonson's Thor (to some extent). So much squandered potential, so sad.īUT! There *are* occasional gems. We pretty much all know by know that I am not at all a fan of Marvel/DC superheroes, right? Like, I think the structures of the genre and its market expression actively thwarts the emergence of decent storytelling and characters that matter at all. It’s a treacherous road and the book functions well as French neo-noir. Yet as she gets nearer to identifying the killer, she comes closer to falling into the killer’s path. Dressed as an English maid, she whips, beats, and savages every single one of her clients, earning herself the title Miss Don’t-Touch-Me. Circumstances lead her into the employ of a brothel where her prudishness and refusal to be touched by a man lead her to become the shop’s special dominatrix. Blanche is destroyed emotionally but this devastation propels her into the journey of detection and subterfuge for which she’ll have to be steeled if she wants her revenge. Reserved Blanche becomes accidental witness to the Butcher of the Dances, and her sister Agatha falls victim to the killer who hopes to cover his tracks.
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Set around the turn of the 20th century, Miss Don’t Touch Me concerns two sisters (one a flirt and the other a prude), suburban dance parties, a serial killer, a brothel, and the dish best served cold. Get it from the library or get it as a not-too-pricey used book somewhere. Because that's how stories about corporate peons always turn out.Īnyway. Also is that Litlith, the first woman (the one before that upstart strumpet Eve), and oh yeah her daughter and does she know the word of creation that she stole from God? Maybe. Also, there's a guy who flies because he might be related to Satan. Only they were robots, not terrorists, and they weren't necessarily trying to blow up the building but they did accidentally drop some biomass that's cloned Sam and given a street mime superpowers. Anyway, as we would expect, a couple terrorists try to blow up the corp building and Sam stops them.
He loves his dog and has a crush on Julie but is too chicken to mention it, which is sad because she keeps waiting for him to make a move. Story brief goes like this: Sam Smith is a nobody in a big corp. It's funny and exciting with dynamic art and a great sense of visual timing. Because at the end of the day, Mister Blank is among my all-time favourite adventure comics. When Balak, Sanlaville, and Vives' Lastman doesn't find itself prominent on every sci-fi/fantasy adventure reader's shelf, prognosticating a book's success seems a fool's errand.Īt any rate, Mister Blank is 17 years old and out of print *but* unpopular enough that you can get used copies off Amazon in the neighbourhood of $15. Would Mister Blank find a great and robust audience were it released today? I've given up trying to predict what will catch hold of the popular imagination. There were greats that predated it by a year or two or were contemporaries, but the era of people looking to the graphic novel as a trustworthy source of great storytelling and literary wonder had yet to fully take root. Published in its complete form in July of 2000, Hicks' adventure burst out just before the dawn of the new golden age of comics. Every year I read ten or twenty books that ought to be famous, that ought to be among the books that everyone is talking about that year, but somehow just don't catch fire like they should. When either the world isn't ready for it yet or its creator just hasn't had that magic string of luck that means their book will get the accolades and adulation.
It's always a shame when a book falls between the cracks.
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