Tuesday, May 31, 2011

SHADE "How It All Started"

 
    I don’t think if you asked me at any point in the past eighteen years what my favorite comic series was I would have ever answered with anything other than Shade the Changing Man. I think most days I would name that as the most important piece of art in terms of its influence on my life. But still it’s one of those series that is remembered by most fondly and dimly. There’s usually the caveat that it gets better/it gets worse after issue 20, issue 33, issue 50. I’ve never seen anyone write at any length about the series, despite its longevity (70 issues during the 90s, a rough period for interesting or challenging books) , despite the fact that it launched the career of Chris Bachalo (and not in an insignificant way--he was the primary artist for the first 50 issues), despite the fact that writer Pete Milligan has consistently been hovering around mainstream comics (if you had told me when I was 13 that Milligan would one day write the main X-Men book I would’ve simultaneously creamed myself and disbelieved you.) --despite all that, it’s a book that basically exists in some kind of weird vacuum of comics culture. Maybe if Milligan had been able to translate his mainstream superhero comics work into the zeitgeist the way Grant Morrison did with Justice League and X-Men, we’d have a set of Shade trades kept constantly in print, the way Morrison’s Invisibles and Doom Patrol have been.

THE SECRET ORIGIN OF NEGATIVEMEN

I don’t remember exactly the first comic book I ever owned; my grandfather collected them, and I know that some were handed down to me. I can remember the first comic I ever picked up off a spinner rack. It was Amazing Spider-Man 243, at the pharmacy around the corner from my grandparents’ house. I was not quite yet four years old.
I can still picture the tiled floor of the pharmacy. I can remember the squeal as I turned the spinner rack, the dizzying number of choices. I don’t know why I selected the comic I did (it certainly didn’t have the most captivating cover) and over the years I picked up a lot of comics from there. I don’t remember each and every one, but I remember quite a few of them.
When I was seven, a comic book store opened up in my hometown. It was about a mile from my house, and I would walk there every week, I would spend hours looking through the back issue bins, trying to figure the exact perfect comic to bring home. I often made horrible choices.
Today I live in my grandparents’ old house. That pharmacy is now an abandoned storefront. The comic shop in my old hometown in now an abandoned storefront (although that’s because the owner moved to another location six years ago--it’s still my preferred comic shop). I drive by these abandoned storefronts nearly every day.