I bought a copy of Frank Miller’s The Dark Knight Returns yesterday. I read Book 1 as soon as I got home. I’m into it.
I’ve been reading my old comics which are pretty much all from 1985 to 1987 and, frankly, though it pains me to say, I don’t like the writing very much. Even Claremont’s stuff with the X-Men. It’s all about gods and demons and magic and it’s, you know, dumb. Right now, I’m in the middle of a stack of The New Mutants and — look I know it’s written for kids — but it’s still kinda silly. So it was nice to sit down with a comic book for grown-ups. One with an intimate story about a super-hero. I’m excited to continue. I would have last night but I didn’t want to speed through it all in one sitting.