This afternoon I was clearing out some junk from the cabinets in my studio, trying to make more room in there for the stuff that’s currently clogging up my shelves, and I came upon a really hilarious research paper I had to write, apparently in high school. Not surprisingly, the subject is superheroes. I present here, fully aware of the potential repercussions, the preposterous outline of this paper–typed on an actual typewriter no less–from 1987, making me 16 at the time:
Actually, the penultimate section is strangely (and not intentionally) prescient: “Adult comics, Superman, Batman.” In the late 80s, with the publication of stuff like Maus, Watchmen and The Dark Knight, young comics goofuses like myself truly thought the art form had “arrived.” And yet, once those three books had faded (the latter two of which don’t seem nearly as non-juvenile in retrospect as they did at the time) there wasn’t really anything “adult” to come after and we were left pretty much back where we began. Batman, Superman… “adult comics”… Batman, Superman.
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