Picked up some comics from the library, because the shelf was right there and I am weak and unable to resist.
Wolves - Cradle to the Grave by Sonja Gašperov
This one was a promise. An easy to keep promise, because the comic is pretty cute and no-nonsense straight-forward. No text, just a simple art style that somehow manages to make you linger on each frame and look at what exactly is happening. It has humour and it has drama and it even has touching moments. I may have cried a little, except not, because I was in a public place where cynics gather. But I liked it. And I wish I had managed to find the other volume. Perhaps next time.
Roxanna & the Quest for the Time Bird by Letendre and Loisel
This one was shit.
But I can’t complain much because I took it knowing I may not like it. Sure, it’s a ginger warrior chick, but she spends most of the comic being told by men not to do stuff. Her weapon is impressive not because she has any skill of her own, but because it’s magical. She doesn’t really… participate in any of the fights and while she does resolve the last Big Fight and thus proves her courage, she does it by flashing a bunch of horny warriors that were women-deprived due to some religious ritual or something.
If you squint really hard, you may be able to see it as ironic or satirical and thus potentially empowering, but el oh el. No thank you. Maybe I should look at it in the context of the time it was made, but nah. I don’t feel like it.
The art style isn’t up my alley, either. But the art and the narrative style remind me of the afternoons I spent with my grandma as a kid. I think there were comics there. Comics which I would read to amuse myself. I don’t remember what they were, but it’s interesting how unexpectedly these things come back to you. Huh.
V for Vendetta by Alan Moore and David Lloyd
This was good and I cried a lot. Or well, more than I would expect myself to. Before I read it, I thought the art style wasn’t very nice. But while I was reading it, I realized the art style fits the story and may be nice. I may have liked it more if it wasn’t coloured. Maybe. I’m not sure.
The story isn’t cheesy and in moments when it is, it’s not very cheesy or it’s done deliberately and doesn’t require squinting to see it as ironic or slightly satirical. It doesn’t shy away from criticism and isn’t ambiguous about which minorities exactly are shat on by society. Thank you, 80s comic. Oh! And the cabaret references! I’m a sucker for cabaret references.
This one also unexpectedly reminded me of a thing I had forgotten. A kept promise.