I don’t read superhero comics
much these days. I used to. Boy howdy, did I. But that’s been over for a long
time now. I’ll pick up the occasional trade paperback if I find myself standing
in the graphic novels aisle of Barnes & Noble reading one for a long time,
but mostly the magic’s been gone since I jumped off the bus in the ‘90s. One of
my favorite blogs is called “Comics Should Be Good.” I agree and very little
that I’ve read there tempts me to start making that weekly journey back to my
local comics shop. I’m not even sure I have a local comics shop.
It wasn’t always like that. I’d
read comic books as a kid, mostly Harvey and Gold Key titles.
Believe it or not, I remember owning all three of these at one point: Baby Snoots goes to elephant summer camp and all the other elephants are horrified by his mouse friend; Daffy talks Elmer Fudd into traveling the world to take pictures of him to win a photo contest; and the Headless Horseman turns out to be fake, but he would have gotten away with it if it hadn't been for those meddling kids and their ... ghost? (Actually, the Funky Phantom locked himself inside a grandfather clock while hiding from some Redcoats during the Revolutionary War and couldn't get out afterwards, which is actually a pretty horrible way to die. This should also be a plot for Sleepy Hollow next season.)
Then there was this: Dinosaurs and Indians. Maybe you didn't hear me: Dinosaurs. And. Freaking. Indians. Turok and his teenaged sidekick, Andar, get lost in a cavern and emerge in a world full of dinosaurs and pronoun-challenged cavemen. It was the most awesome thing in the history of ever. (I also learned a valuable lesson about not believing things you read in comics. In the story, Turok and Andar are lost in the caverns when they find a pool of water. Turok wisely counsels Andar not to drink from it and, sure enough, there's a skeleton next to it. Later on, they find an underground river and Turok hypothesizes that running water ought to be safe to drink. I put this theory to the test on a camping trip a couple years later and missed a day of school.)
I was aware of other sorts of comics.
Remember one time a babysitter’s boyfriend left me a Batman and a Superman
comic. I don’t remember what was going on in the Batman one, but in the
Superman one, he battled some anti-matter version of himself and accidentally
destroyed Metropolis. Spoiler: It was just a dream. There were also war comics
on the rack, I remember one title called The
Losers, which always showed the main characters thinking everything was
under control just as they were about to walk into an ambush or trap or pit full
of snakes or otherwise get totally killed. Intriguing, but never enough so for
me to actually pick one up, much less plunk down 20 cents for one.
Then, everything changed when the
Fire Nation attacked. Wait. Too far. Rewind that. It was a sunny day in the
summer of 1975. I had ridden my bike down to the newsstand for some reason when
I saw it: Giant-Size Fantastic Four #6
featuring the birth of Reed and Sue’s son. I remembered the Fantastic Four from
the old Hanna-Barbera cartoons and was familiar enough with the characters, but
Reed and Sue having a baby was definitely something that hadn’t happened in the
cartoon. So I plopped down my 50 cents (it was a giant-size issue, after all)
slipped the comic in my backpack and rode home.
As Stan always likes to say: 'Nuff said.
Now, at the time, I didn’t
understand that this was actually a reprint of Fantastic Four Annual #6, which was originally published
November 1968. Why the Human Torch was shouting “He’s back! Annihilus is back!!”
on the cover when the story inside chronicled their first meeting with that
particular bad guy remained a mystery to me for years. What I did get was 68
pages of Stan Lee and Jack Kirby at their very finest.
The story starts with Reed, aka
Mister Fantastic, about to go into the Negative Zone (another dimension). Sue,
aka the Invisible Girl aka the Invisible Woman since sometime in the 1980s, is
about to go into labor and Reed has learned that she and the baby will die,
victims of the very cosmic radiation that gave them all their super powers,
unless her retrieves some cosmic energy MacGuffin. Before he can depart, Ben
and Johnny, aka the Thing and the Human Torch, inform him that there’s no way
he’s going without them, so off the three of them go through the
interdimensional portal in the interdimensional portal lab into the Negative
Zone. Short version: They find the MacGuffin, defeat Annihilus, drain just the amount
of energy they need from the MacGuffin, return home and save Sue and the baby.
Longer version: Jack Kirby’s
Negative Zone was full of explosions, crackling lightning, those black “Kirby
dots” that you see after a flash goes off in your face, insane-looking monsters
and aliens, and Annihilus himself, the tyrannical ruler of the Negative Zone.
Annihilus looks like a nightmarish cross between a giant insect, a dragon, and
the latest model killer robot. He is, of course, utterly without mercy.
Meanwhile, Stan Lee moved the
story along at a breathless pace. Our three heroes have to battle harder and
harder and never give up. I mean, it’s a comic book, of course they’re going to
succeed; but Stan Lee pulled twelve-year-old me in to the next layer below that
where the whole thing had a very good chance of ending in tragedy as far as our
heroes were concerned.
What grabbed me even more than
that, however, was Ben’s non-stop wisecracks. I had been reading “funny” comics
for years, but I found him hilarious. The Thing instantly became my favorite
character.
I was hooked. I ended up reading
that issue over and over again until “mint condition” was a distant memory.
Within days, I was back at the newsstand looking for more. I got Fantastic Four
#164 wherein they battled the Crusader, a vengeance-crazed former 1950s
superhero whose gear was eventually passed on to current-day good guy, Quasar.
That issue also introduced Johnny’s new girlfriend Frankie Raye who went on to
become Galactus’ herald, Nova. The great George Perez was the artist at the
time and he had Johnny in an outfit that would have made Greg Brady blush.
We all wore silly stuff in the '70s. But yikes!
Around that same time, I bought
an issue of Marvel Two-in-One featuring the Thing and Iron Man, the Incredible Hulk
featuring the Shaper of Worlds, Marvel’s Greatest Comics featuring reprints of
even-then-classic Lee/Kirby Fantastic Four stories, and more. To paraphrase
Nick Fury at the end of the first Iron
Man movie, I’d taken my first step into a much larger world.
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