Among his many, many books, prolific crime writer Max Allan Collins wrote a trilogy of delightful murder mysteries set in the world of newspaper strips and comic books in the late 1940s and early 1950s.
Another Sunday morning rolls around and here I am, still not entirely free of my cough, but soldiering on. Eventually I’ll catch up with all the posts I’ve missed, but …
Who can forget the classic “I Need You”?
Travis takes a look at the next issue of Cerebus, number 8, which features the Conniptins and their ideals. Fight! Fight! Fight!
It was September of 1974, my first day at a new school. I was 15, but I looked 11. My last class of the day was Drama. I was late. I got to walk in after everyone else was in their seats, so I was completely the center of attention. I made my way awkwardly into the room, trying to look less nervous than I was. One of the girls loudly said “Oh, he’s so little! We can use him as an elf at Christmas!” A loud voice erupted from the back of the room. “I got dibs on Santa!” A big guy was sprawled on a sofa against the back wall. He had absurdly large muttonchop sideburns, and was, improbably enough, wearing a dark green choir robe over his shoulders like a cape. That was my introduction to Wally Oden.
The first indie comic I ever read is a short-lived series called Ismet. It’s very obscure, but I came across it at the tender age of 12 because a few years before that, I had met the guy who would go on to create it, Greg Wadsworth.
Illness smacked down Travis briefly, but 365 Days of Cerebus is back, just like Elrod is back in issue 7 of Cerebus, causing trouble.