I can safely say that, as of late, DC Comics has been a bit disappointing. Sure, they’ve got Sandman: Overture starting up in October and some Vertigo titles are still pretty great (I’m looking at you Unwritten!), but as a whole… The company seems to be, creatively, headed for a valley.
The New 52 is sputtering like an octogenarian gumming his way through breakfast, Before Watchmen was a horrendous misfire that didn’t stir up sales as much as controversy, and their new plan of having a Frank Miller-style battle between Batman and Superman is… distressing to say the least.
But, after nearly seven years, DC Comics has finally collected their bi-monthly series Solo into a very nice Deluxe hardcover. How does this collection fare? Read on, read on…
Written and Illustrated by Tim Sale, Richard Corben, Paul Pope, Howard Chaykin, Darwyn Cooke, Jordi Bernet, Michael Allred, Teddy Kristiansen, Scott Hampton, Damion Scott, Sergio Aragones, and Brendan McCarthy
June 5, 2013
Solo, when originally released, was published bi-monthly and done as a sort of artist’s showcase with some of the finest illustrators working in comics. Just check out the list above and you’ll be hard pressed not to find something to enjoy in this volume. And the best part?
It isn’t all DC continuity! In fact, probably less than half of the stories had anything to do with DC Comics characters. Batman shows up quite a bit, as to be expected, but that’s about it.
The biggest surprise was a brief story written by Neil Gaiman and illustrated by Teddy Kristiansen and starring Boston Brand, the Deadman (proving once again that the Brits will invariably go ass over elbow for the Silver Age of comics), but Darwyn Cooke’s entire issue was top-to-bottom fantastic, Tim Sale’s issue is pretty great (even with the terribly uneven Jeph Loeb), and Sergio Aragones is (expectedly) fantastic.
But it isn’t all sunshine and rainbows, at least for me.
Despite how cool it was to see some Western comics, many of those kind of blend together for me and are, at the end of the day, forgettable. The same goes for the adventure comics as well.
Similarly, some of the art just didn’t do it for me. Artists like Brendan McCarthy, whose cover art I loved in the Vertigo Shade, The Changing Man series, was too weird. Much of looked to me like Grant Morrison fucked R. Crumb in a psychedelic love-nest. But it didn’t work for me. I’m sure someone who actually knows anything about art would have found more to enjoy.
But if I were to whip out my biggest complaint, it would be that there’s a very small amount of female creators involved in the project. None of the twelve issues focuses completely on any female artists. Thankfully, Laura Allred shows up to assist in the writing and coloring of her husband Michael’s issue… But we couldn’t get Jill Thompson in there? Amanda Conner, or Pia Guerra? I know that much of comic books is (unfortunately) a man’s world, but certainly there could have been at least one female artist brought on board for this project.
Despite this painful oversight, this still warrants a buy vote from me. Michael Allred’s issue reads like a bizarre love-letter to the Silver Age of comics (and his story “Batman A-Go-Go!” is by far the best deconstruction of the character as it exists in a post-Miller world) and Darywn Cooke’s issue shows why he’s one of the best working in the business today.
Even with several of forgettable stories, this is a strong collection with a good mixture of serious, funny, disturbing, and thought-provoking comics that show that comic books are more than just muscular dudes in tights.
Sometimes, it’s also Batman doing the batusi.
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