Done with the Emerald City Comic Con. Better that I'm done with it on a Sunday evening than done with it on a Saturday, midmorning (which is how it might very well have played out.) Sold some books, made some new friends, managed not to alienate any old ones (I think), and generally kept the ball in play.
Working past a righteous headache, probably brought on by not enough water and drinking with cartoonists the night before. Will likely report more later.
Soviet Sci-Fi Illustration!
Dark Roasted Blend: Soviet Futuristic Illustration: Oodles of Optimism
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-Wilde
I talk more about reviews and their value. Oh yeah, and the ever-lovin' SANDMAN effect.
There was a time when you learned about new comics by word of mouth. Not by advertisements, or being hand-sold books because they just littered up the newsstands or spinner racks and the clerks didn’t know anything about them, or by the internet.
I know. You’re wondering how we got along. I assure you, we got along just fine.
Comics, by which I mean largely superhero comics, since this was the dawn of the 80s, and both Marvel and DC had tossed their eggs into the basket crammed full of leotards and domino masks (soon to be replaced by black vinyl cut at arresting angles), were a hermetic order. Sure, anyone could pick up a comic at any time and get into the storyline that was unfolding in the sawdust-yellow pages (thank you, Jim Shooter, for getting me hooked on monthly Marvel books). Remember, these were the days of “Every comic is someone’s first comic and we gotta get them up to speed on the whys and wherefores.” Yeah, it makes for clumsy reading in trades of the material from that time, but back then, it was like, electra-glide smooth entry into the polychrome universe.
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