Hopefully you enjoyed Thanksgiving if you’re in America or an American elsewhere. If you’re not one of those things, you could have eaten way too much food last Thursday anyway, no one would have blamed you. What I’m saying, basically, is that Thanksgiving makes us all American, like St. Patrick’s Day makes us all Irish.
OK, all right, moving on. Have you heard of Alan Moore? I bet you have. He has an amazing beard, a history of being angry at companies, and oh yeah he wrote Watchmen. I once horrified a professor by saying I thought Watchmen was good, but kinda dated and not really the greatest comic book ever written — something the professor said unironically. It doesn’t help that I like Promethea waaaaayy more. So let’s talk about that comic instead!
Before I get started: IT’S JACK KIRBY’S BIRTHDAY! WOO!
OK, OK, I’m good…
So I’m re-reading The Sandman by Neil Gaiman. Or, I should say, I’m re-reading the first half. Having never finished it, I could hardly re-read the last bits, could I? Anyway, I just finished volume three, which is the collection that houses the hodgepodge one-shot stories between The Doll’s House and Season of Mists. It’s hard to say if this post qualifies as a “history” post or not. I haven’t yet done much really recent stuff. I’d have to go over the whole archive to be sure, but I think there’s nothing more recent than (the beginning of ) Sandman labeled as a “history” post. But this comic is significant in the development of fantasy as we know it, so let’s call it that and move on, yes?