Demain c’est mercredi, as Williame le bâtard probably didn’t say on Tuesdays, back when men were men and wore hauberks. And so the inevitable concern makes its weekly return: will I get my comics?
Or will I be thwarted once again, as happened last week? I had only modest ambitions, but one of the comics I wanted had not been ordered at all! And they still had no copies of the Paybacks #3. So. Tired. To compensate myself, I ended up buying Green Valley #1 even though I’d decided not to bother with it. So. Weak. Although I did flick through Archangel #3 and, having waited an age for it to come out, put it back on the shelf. So. Random.
But the globe spins on. I have checked under the bed, and found a sock stolen by the cats, but also the list of the comics I hope to obtain tomorrow. And it is a doozy. Many slim volumes of the finest narrative sequential art await, and each one (um, exemptions may apply) is a firmly stapled ray of glorious expectation:
- The Strain: Mr Quinlan Vampire Hunter #2
Why am I getting this? I have neither read the novel nor seen the TV show. Probably, I got suckered by the Romans in issue 1.
- Sheriff of Babylon #11
Tom ‘CIA’ King’s tribute to time served, crisply drawn by Mitch ‘One of the few comic artists who actually knows what a real firearm looks like’ Gerads. Penultimate issue!
- Suicide Squad #4
I am useless. I still have this on the list, and I haven’t read one issue. Fool.
- Black Monday Murders #3
Exciting. Each issue is just a lovely artifact. Hickman’s creator-owned work has been phenomenal.
- Kill or be Killed #3
Can I get away with calling Ed Brubaker ‘Irn Bru’? I just did!
- Darth Vader #25
Last issue! So Marvel have hiked the price and printed eleventy-seven variant covers. Bless ’em. At least they are actually letting people buy the book at last. Many its delays have been, ye-es.
- Old Man Logan #12
Can comic layouts be punk? I guess anything can be punk, and Sorrentino’s utter contempt for the so-called ‘rules’ of panel arrangement certainly has attitude to spare. I hope Scott McCloud’s eyes are bleeding. Not really. Love ya, Scotty.
- Britannia #2
Issue 1 was just bloody beautiful, frankly. If I get this whole series, I can die happy.
Eight books. Yikes. So much for cutting my list down. The much-smudged and dog-eared index card on which I pencil this stuff in teensie-weensie letters has run out of space. New index card time is also figure out how ludicrously over budget I am time. Check back next week for the outcome of that interesting little scuffle between id and superego!