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The Saturday Comics: My Personal Top Ten

8 Dec

December 8, 2012

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This is my personal Top Ten Comics list. This is not a list of the best comics, most important stories, or biggest hero brawls. These comics all have some personal story or meaning for me. I’m going to buck Top Ten tradition and not count down from  ten. I’ll start with number one because as a whole, the first three comics would be all I’d need if the rest of my collection was lost. If I could only save three comics from a disaster, the first three are those comics. And I still have my original copy of almost every comic in the list.

1

FANTASTIC FOUR 320

I had given up on comics at one point. Totally dropped every series I bought, and at that time I bought nearly everything Marvel put out and about half of DC. It wasn’t the expense, and it was expensive, but it was the quality. I wasn’t enjoying them nearly enough. So I dropped every comic but- and here is my mistake- one, DC’s Star Trek. That was the one and only series I still bought. Well one day I was at the comic store and I saw FF 320. It was a classic Hulk vs. Thing battle. In the history of comics, Hulk vs. Thing is a perennial. But this was different. The Hulk was… grey. And the Thing was extra rocky, with spikes. And Crystal was back on the team? And some sort of primitive-looking she-Thing? Of course I was hooked, but above it all was Doctor Doom, leering down over the chaos. I HAD to buy that issue. And I was back into comics. Just as an aside, the story continued in that month’s Hulk, which had the worst art I ever saw, then or now, and nearly sent me right back out of comics. But I was hooked all over again.

2

AMAZING SPIDER-MAN 252

This is the famous issue where Spider-Man’s black costume debuts. That symbiote goes on to become venom, but that was in the future. This isn’t even the origin of the costume, just the first appearance. We had to wait for a later issue of Secret Wars for that. This comic comes in at number two because I could not find it anywhere at all in Brooklyn. It had so much hype that it sold out as soon as it hit the stands. And many copies didn’t even hit the stands as speculating dealers kept them for themselves. What puts this on the list is the fact that my father drove all over New Jersey, checking every newstand, magazine store, and gas station trying to find a copy for me. And late one night, he came home with three.

3

World’s Finest 271

If you are a casual reader this is a tough issue to get through. This comic combines two of my favorite things- comics and Old Time Radio. This issue tries to bring old Superman radio storylines from the 1940’s show into comic-book continuity by placing them on Earth 2, home of the older Superman who debuted in the 30’s. Atom Man, Superman’s greatest foe on the radio appears here, as well as numerous other scenes that were only transmitted on the radio and were totally unfamiliar to most readers. For most fans this comic, I’m sure, was a confusing mess, but for me, it was a perfect synthesis of two of my most enjoyable hobbies.

11While it did not make the top ten, I also have to mention Batman 253, which also combines OTR and comics, as Batman met The Shadow.

 

 

 

 

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ALL-STAR COMICS 69/70

The one on the right, #69, might be the oldest comic I own. It is also the oldest one I remember owning. I still remember the shelf with my pile of beat-up comics right over my bed when I was a kid and I distinctly remember this one. Number 70 is the debut of the Huntress, the daughter of Earth 2’s Batman. I loved this storyline. The JSA had just gone through a “civil war” where a mind-controlled Bruce Wayne, the Commissioner of Police, enlisted old-time JSA members to bring in the “renegade” new JSA members. Hero vs Hero, the heartbreaking collapse of Bruce Wayne, and more heroes than most comics, I still love these issues.

5BATMAN 291

Batman dead?  All his greatest villains in one issue? And Lex Luthor too? Could it get any better? Yes it could. This was only the first part of a four-part story in which each villain, on “trial” in Two-Face’s underworld court, tried to take credit for Batman’s murder. This series was the victim of something that I am sure you’ve heard collector’s say before- my mother threw them out. Back in the pre-internet days I spent a lot of time tracking those issues down. BTW- they were reprinted just last year.

6

GODZILLA 11

This one is easy. Godzilla, King Kong stand-in, giant robot. This was like one of my favorite childhood movies come to comics.

7

SUPER FRIENDS 7, 8, 9

Take your pick, any issue or all of them. This is not just the arc that introduced Zan and Jayna, but it teamed the Super Friends with dozens of heroes from around the world and from different times. (Later on, DC retconned most of those heroes into The Global Guardians.) Sure the Super Friends was aimed at kids. I was a kid, and they didn’t get better than these. Just look- Four-armed aliens, dinosaurs, and the world at stake. While Zan and Jayna are near-jokes today, their debut issues were near-perfection. I literally read the covers off of them.

8

GOLD KEY STAR TREK

I had five of these issues when I was young. Many of them, especially the earliest issues, were written and drawn by people who had no conception of Star Trek beyond the bare-bones descriptions and it showed. However, like most Gold Key comics, there was a charm to them, something in their simple layouts that won fans over. But I was now a teenager and not as interested in comics as I was other things so I sold those issues, and got nowhere near what I should have for them. I didn’t care at the time but in later years as I came to appreciate comics in new ways, especially the fairly-rare Gold Key, it gnawed at me and I eventually went online and bought new copies of each issue I sold.

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DC BLUE RIBBON DIGEST 21

DC used to put out small reprint comics, digest sized, which meant they fit almost perfectly in your back pocket. This particular one, of which I somehow own two, is a reprint of a couple of Justice Society stories and when I was young, I liked Earth 2 better than the regular continuity. The reprint work was awful, the scaled down art looked murky, the paper was the cheapest and thinnest possible, and the lettering at that size was simply hard to read. But I loved the digests, and this one in particular, because they were the trade paperbacks of their day, reprints of stories that would not be reprinted anywhere else.

10

BATMAN VS. HULK/SUPERMAN AND SPIDER-MAN

You can get these in reprints today but they won’t be in the original, over-sized format, about as big as a newspaper page. This is actually the second Superman/Spider-Man comic, but I still prefer the Batman/Hulk issue. But take your pick, there was nothing better than seeing worlds collide. Back then there were no other DC/Marvel crossovers, and no other comics you could spread out on the floor and read all day. I spent many mornings like that, laying on the living room rug reading the oversized specials. For many years, whenever I tried to sketch the Hulk, that pose from the cover is how I drew him.

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What If? 34/ What If? 11

Issue 34 cracked me up as a kid and it cracks me up now. Issue 11 is an exercise in ego, as Stan Lee positions himself as the leader of the Fantastic Four. It was many years until I knew some behind the scenes stories about the creation of this issue, like why Steve Ditko doesn’t appear and how Jack Kirby refused to draw Roy Thomas.

A Tale of My Father: Black Friday

5 Dec

December 5, 2012

This is likely going to be the first of an occassional series of blogs about my father. He’s already turned up on bmj2k.com in Forget It, Jake. It’s Chinatown and in New York Minute 13: King Kong, among others. He was in his own lifetime a figure of, well, I would be stretching it to call it legend, but that isn’t all that far off the mark. The oddest things happened to him, like when he was recognized by a midget who worked in Coney Island’s Steeplechase Park decades before while on vacation in Las Vegas. There was the time he refused to let an 8-seat airplane he was on take off when Dad discovered that the airport runway ended at the lip of a sheer cliff. One of my favorite memories was when he talked a Waldbaum’s employee into giving Dad the hat off his head just because Dad could. (That became my fishing hat.)

Today’s Tale takes place in the early to mid 1970’s. I was a young Kid Blog and for the holidays I wanted toys, and not just any toys, but the hottest boys toys of the era: Mego figures.

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These figures were cool than and they are still cool now and they go for big bucks. Back then they were the hot toys of the season. I had a lot of them, and I still have my Captain Kirk and Mr. Spock, but I was a HUGE Batman fan and I didn’t have them.

Black Friday in the 70’s was just as insane as it is today, if not more so. Sears was advertising these Mego figures and their accessories for an outrageous price, something so low that I can only imagine, since my Dad was the last person in the world who would get up on Black Friday while the sun was still down and line up waiting for Sears to open. But for his first-born son he did it.

As the story was told to me by my father, when he got there, about an hour before the store opened, it was already surrounded by shoppers. Nearly all of them were women too. They were nuts. As the minutes passed and the opening hour approached, the crowd squeezed tighter and tighter, with the people in the front pressed into the glass storefront. Dad actually saw the glass starting to bow inward and he was sure the glass was about to shatter.

Soon an employee, who had to have drawn the short straw, came forward to open the doors and he couldn’t. The crowd was pressed so firmly against the doors that the lock would not turn due to all the pressure on it. Of course none of the women backed up, they just got more excited over the idea of the store opening and pushed harder. There were no barricades, no security guards, just rabid bargain-demanding shoppers and only a thin plate of glass keeping them back. 

Finally the doors unlocked and they flew, at almost sonic speed, inwards and the mob surged in. The guy unlocking the door was knocked over and trampled. Dad, who managed to get pretty close to the front, saw the tidal wave of people knock over mannequins, leap over displays, and toss tables aside. They fought with each other and tore things out of each other’s hands. It was an insane experience that Dad vowed never to repeat. They pushed, they shoved, the punched, they grabbed, they kicked.

And though I never asked how, Dad got me the figures, all of them: Batman, Robin, the Joker, Riddler, and The Penguin. Whenever he talked about that day he would get a look in his eye, like was back in the store, as if Dad was experiencing, in his own very small way, PTSD.

But whatever happened, not only did he get me the figures, he got out of there with the Batcopter and Batcave too.

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That’s my Dad.