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(Re)introducing Midnight! (Smash Comics #35)

Smash Comics # 35 (September 1942)

Midnight feature (Who is He?)

art & story by Jack Cole


Midnight passed a milestone in September 1942, when he displaced the Ray as lead feature in Smash Comics.  The meandering, plot-hole ridden story for that issue gives several indications it was intended to introduce Midnight to new readers.  Why Quality Publishing felt the need to do this is not clear.  Midnight was not appearing in a new book, but simply moving places within the same title in which he'd always appeared.  I would've thought most of readers of Smash Comics would've already been familiar with Midnight.

The story begins with a fire engulfing the home of retired circus entertainer, Waldo Whiz.  As firemen rush to the scene, the homeowner leaps from a six story window. Aghast when Whiz seems to plunge through the rescue net, ambulance personnel rush upon him with a stretcher.

Incredibly, Whiz appears to survive the fall without injury! What happens next takes the reader by surprise, as the "emergency responders" encircle Waldo and proceed to violently assault him!


True to his sense of justice and fair play, our hero Midnight plunges into the fray.  Despite his best efforts--and even an assist by Gabby--Midnight gets overwhelmed by his foes' sheer numbers.  Curiously, however, the fight ends not with a clear victory on the part of the "faux firemen," but with everyone in the immediate vicinity suddenly (and inexplicably) bouncing about like rubber balls until they're knocked unconscious.


After the ricocheting ruckus ends, a green car approaches and extends a mechanical arm.  It retrieves the combatants one by one.  Though the operator is unseen at this time, he is evidently the mastermind behind this bizarre turn of events.

Though not really a "plot hole," I think Cole is at least guilty of an "art hole" here. The story is introduced as taking place in the "evening," and the subsequent appearance of the mysterious green car clearly takes place at night.  The above print of the bouncing spectators, however, looks like it's conveying that these events are taking place in the middle of the day.

Hours laters, Midnight awakens--sans mask--in police custody! Immediately he panics because they've seen his face and now know that Midnight is radio announcer Dave Clark.  But would they--really--have known who Midnight was just because they saw his face?  Dave was a radio personality...not a television personality.  If anything, shouldn't Dave's bigger concern have been that someone would recognize his voice?  And if that's the risk, he's been running that one since he first donned the mask. 

As it turns out, though, Dave has nothing to worry about, for in yet another case of lazy deus ex machina maneuvering, the cops explain that Midnight is so beaten up they can't recognize who he is!


Where to start here?  First, these professional investigators are unusually dense if they can't piece together what Dave would normally look like from this "severe" beating.  I've seen guys with black eyes before--even had a few myself.  Yeah...they don't look pretty, but I could still tell who I was.  It's not that hard.  Third, this is just some lazy writing by Cole.  Basically all he's done here is recycle a trope he used back in Smash Comics #22: 

 
untitled Midnight feature, Smash Comics #22


The cops seem to assume that Midnight is responsible for the attack on Whiz.  Fortunately, when the profoundly inept law officers turn their backs, a rope dangles next to Dave's bed (complete with instructions to "Grab") and our hero is whisked to safety by Doc Wackey and Gabby.



Later, back at Doc's secret lab, the trio discuss who the mysterious criminal might be that is capable of producing such strange effects.  Wackey speculates it is his old partner in crime, Professor Porgy.

Wackey's aside is yet another mechanism for introducing Midnight and his entourage to new readers.

We next cut away to a scene with the infamous Prof. Porgy who--as it turns out--is behind the attack and abduction.  Judging from the dialogue between Whiz and Porgy, it seems that the only reason the retired acrobat was targeted in the first place was because Porgy wanted his millions to fund another (as yet unrevealed) enterprise.



Left utterly unexplained is how Porgy was supposed to have known Whiz would leap from his blazing mansion with millions strapped to his chest.  One wonders why--if, in fact, illicit financing is the goal--Porgy didn't send his forces to rob the house, rather than burn it down.  I would expect a supposed scientific "genius" to consider that he was likely immolating as much money as he finally got after all that trouble. 

On another note, is it just me or does Prof. Porgy really come across as a Penguin knock-off?  

Prof. Porgy in Smash Comics #35 (September 1942)

Penguin in Detective Comics # 58 (December 1941)
Source: https://ifanboy.com/articles/oswald-cobblepot-the-penguin/


Meanwhile, nostalgia is in the air as both Wackey and Porgy drop by the old Science and Inventor's Club in search of each another.  Porgy reveals to Doc the specifics of his latest plan (a plan to which, the reader is still not privy) and asks Wackey to join him in the endeavor.  

Having been morally transformed into a fine upstanding citizen through his affiliation with Team Midnight, Wackey refuses and pronounces Porgy's scheme, "idiotic, impossible, and insane!"

In the attempt to persuade Wackey, Porgy reveals the cause of the mysterious bouncing phenomena--the "electron director."

The eagle-eyed reader may note a suspicious similarity between the "random" dog Porgy demonstrates his device upon, and the dog into which Midnight was transformed by his old nemesis Chango back in Smash Comics #29

Smash Comics #35


Smash Comics #29

"What's going on here?" you ask.  Your guess is as good as mine.  Maybe Jack Cole just really enjoyed drawing blue dogs.  (Maybe he was a Democrat?)

Anyhoo, upon this definitive revelation that Porgy was behind the evening's events, Doc displays a rare bit of machismo by socking Porgy cold and heading off to call the cops.

Unfortunately, Doc's fists don't pack quite the same wallop as Midnight's.  Porgy regains consciousness, realizes what's happened, and releases his "mechanical bloodhound" (which, honestly, looks like a vacuum cleaner with a funnel on the front of it) to track Doc down.

Despite Wackey's head start, wouldn't you know it--the robotic rover locates him just as he's about to reveal Porgy's location to the police and spears our lovable inventor in the calf injecting him with a strange personality-altering serum.  This (somewhat inexplicably) causes Doc to revert to his criminal anti-cop self. 

I don't know about you, dear reader, but I like the spiraling faces effect Cole used to illustrate Wackey's transformation.  Though, I've not read a whole lot of Golden Age comics, this is one more little detail that (I think) demonstrates how Cole's work was above and beyond the average.


His affections now altered, Wackey tracks Porgy down at the latter's mountain retreat (and, apparently, private observatory?) where the reader is finally let in on Porgy's ultimate plan. He has discovered a planet composed entirely of gold, and plans to use the money stolen from Whiz to construct a rocket, travel to the planet, mine it, and return to earth a billionaireRemember, dear reader, it was 1942 and the government hadn't yet dreamed of the levels of monetary inflation we see today.  Though the status was (and sometimes continues) to be claimed for John D. Rockefeller, otherwise there had never been a "billionaire" before!  In that light, you see how "over-the-top" Porgy's potential wealth would've been.

When it's finally completed, the ship looks like virtually every illustration I've ever seen of Jules Verne's (largely forgotten tale), From the Earth to the Moon.




Much like in Verne's tale, the final landing of Porgy's space shuttle seems destined to leave he and his entourage in quite the cosmic pickle


Even allowing for the fact that no one had ever traveled outside of Earth's atmosphere at this time, I'm still dumbfounded that neither Verne, nor Cole seemed to have thought about how their literary space-farers would actually return to Earth.  Let's be honest, Porgy's "ship" is essentially a giant bullet with people inside it.  How exactly did he think he was going to excavate the ship, make necessary repairs ('cause I ain't believin' it came out of that crater without some serious dents) and propel the thing back to Earth.  (Remember, he's supposedly landed on a planet made of "solid gold" so there's not going to be any rocket fuel or anything on hand.  Perhaps it was just these sorts of concerns (or a looming deadline) that prompted Cole to go in full deus ex machina mode again in an effort to tie everything up on the final page.

Virtually simultaneous to landing, the effects of the drug given Wackey wear off, and Doc is outraged by what he's been manipulated into doing.  

As it turns out, Porgy's ire soon rises as well.  Upon exiting the craft he spies not a glittering landscape of gold, but merely sand!  Porgy immediately announces they've landed on the wrong planet due to Wackey's calculations. Ummm...excuse me, Your Portliness, but aren't you supposed to be a scientific genius yourself?  Wasn't this supposedly a "team effort"?  I guess maybe Porgy is scared that his henchmen are going to get real non-compliant when they realize there's no riches and no return home, so he's basically trying to turn Wackey into the Jerry Gergich of this story.

The Porgster orders his thugs to kill (the scapegoat) Wackey, and they dutifully proceed to answer the call.  Wackey melodramatically cries out, "If only Midnight were here!"

And lo! and behold!


Midnight proceeds to save Wackey via his signature boxing lessons. When Doc asks how Midnight was able to find him, our hero explains, "You left your wrist radio on, so we came in on the beam!" (Admittedly, I really don't know what that last clause means.  Is Midnight just saying that they followed Wackey's signal, or is he saying that he and Gabby traveled on an actual beam of some sort--like the Star Trek teleporters?!)

Aside from the question of what "coming in on the beam" means, the keen reader will (reasonably) wonder, "How, exactly, did a talking monkey and a masked radio show host manage interstellar pursuit without the aid of their world-class scientist?"

When Wackey protests the reality of his deliverance by insisting, "You couldn't have followed us to this foreign planet!," Midnight nonchalantly explains:


And THAT, kids, is how you wildly grasp at literary straws to get yourself out of a writing bind in a single page!





























Pick up here

The boy's interpretation of Black Manta

On the heels of all the encouragement he received for his Hal Jordan picture (thanks to all you kind folks, bye the way), last night my son presented us with this picture of his favorite villain from the Legion of Doom:  Black Manta.


Fiction Foundry 29

"Now it feels like my only choice is to become a sleep-deprived torture victim, or a junkie."

"Yes, managing long-term pain can be a terrible burden. I'm very sorry you're having to struggle with these sorts of questions." Leedle replied sympathetically.

That was a good response.  Sensitive, but non-directive.  Mike should've taken a cue from that.  He should've just sat there silently and let Mary talk--no matter what she said--and just gone home at the end of the meeting.  That's what he should've done; but it's not what he did.

In an effort to be encouraging--at least that's what he told himself after the fact--Mike asked, "Did the doctor mention any alternative treatments? Mom used to have back pain a lot before she started doing yoga.  Now she almost never has trouble anymore."

Immediately Mary's flushed red.  In a voice that was equal parts a steadily rising anger and dripping sarcasm, she replied: "Why no, Mike.  I hadn't thought to ask that.  At no point in the past four months of agony has anyone in my family or on my medical staff considered an alternative. 

What's in a name? a speculation on possible Lee/Kirby influences

From the beginning of this blog, I've tried to stay away from talking a lot about artists/writers and debating the history of comics.  Often, this is because such "conversations" seem to turn way more acrimonious and bitter than I'm interested in...that, and it's just not as interesting to me as talking about the superheroes and villains.  Today, however, I'm going to break with my standard practice.

Like most everyone blogging about comics, I enjoy reading other blogs to discover new things.  Recently, I was reading an old post from fellow blogger bchat that highlighted a story from Fox Publications' Blue Beetle #6 (March-April 1941) featuring a hero I'd heard of, but wasn't real familiar with--Dynamite Thor.

Being primarily a Marvel reader in my younger years, I was expecting a character related somehow to Norse mythology.  As it turns out, Dynamite Thor seems to have absolutely nothing to do with Asgard, or mythology, or even uru!  Dynamite Thor was simply the crimefighting name of former mine owner Peter Thor who uses his expert knowledge of explosives in the war against injustice. The particular story I read never really explains the how, but it does claim that Thor is "immune  from the effects of explosives."

As I read the story, however, I discovered a second familiar name.  The non-arboreal and very human leader of the saboteurs Dynamite Thor fights is...wait for it...Groot!

This seemed like too much of a coincidence.  I tried to figure out if "groot" was a more common word back in the 1940s, but as near as I could tell all the slang uses of the word seem to be much more recent.  Back in the early forties, it looked like it would've only arisen as a variant spelling from Dutch or Old German or something for the word "great." 

I knew that both Marvel's "Mighty" Thor, and Groot were collaborative creations of Stan Lee and Jack Kirby (as well as Stan's brother, Larry, in the case of the Mighty Thor).  This made me wonder if any of these guys had history with Dynamite Thor.

Turns out, part of Jack Kirby's sojourn through the world of comicdom included a three month stint (from January-March) in 1940, where he drew the Blue Beetle comic strip for Fox Publications.  Even though Kirby would've been gone from Fox for about a year when Blue Beetle #6 came out, I don't think it's unimaginable that he might've kept up with the work of people he'd met at his previous employer.

According to the Public Domain Superheroes Wiki, Wright Lincoln gets credit for actually creating Dynamite Thor.  However, Chris Gavaler has already argued that Stan Lee "stole" the idea for the Mighty Thor from Pierce Rice and Wright Lincoln's 1940 "Thor, God of Thunder."

It should be noted that where Gavaler credits both Rice and Lincoln for Fox's 1940 Thor, the Public Domain Superheroes only recognizes Rice as the creator of the 1940 Thor.  However, it may not matter much because Dynamite Thor also  debuted in 1940, so Gavaler's case could still hold true...just for a different character.

In any case, the fact that the names of two Kirby-Lee creations pop up in the same title published by a company Kirby had once worked for, twenty years before character appeared in Marvel strikes me as--at least--a very interesting set of coincidences. 

My eldest's homage to Hal Jordan

My twelve year-old autistic son is a big fan of the old Superfriends--especially Green Lantern.  Tonight while "suffering" a ban on electronic media, he knocked out this picture purely from memory and freehand drawing.  I gotta take a proud dad moment and share:

  

Fiction Foundry 28

I was just telling Mary and Desmond about how you'd be joining us today."
From the look of things, the excitement was not exactly reaching pandemic levels. While Desmond simply didn't look at Mike, Mary made a positive point of looking in the opposite direction of wherever he was situated.

"Why don't you have a seat right over here?  We'll make a space."  Leedle was strategically placing Mike between himself and Desmond--in other words, as far away from Mary as possible.

When the shuffling chairs finally fell silent, the pastor resumed.  "Now then, let's get started. Mary, I believe you had mentioned having a follow-up meeting with the doctor last week.  How've you feeling since that?"

"I haven't been able to sleep much at all.  The pain doctor thinks I'm starting to acclimate to the meds, so I'm stuck between not taking as many--which means I get almost no sleep; or going ahead and taking them so I can sleep, at the risk of losing their effectiveness that much quicker.  It was bad enough to learn I'd never walk again," (Mary looked directly at Mike for the first time as she recited that sentence.) 

Polar Boy: A few of my favorite heroes

Source: https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRKS-P1Y8_gdx6tiU59oxAizUqhqjusa9lH0jpl-u4Hw3vKUC_8tg

Today's post is devoted to another Legionnaire who had an instinctive attraction for me as a young reader:  Polar Boy.

Though he's gone through a variety of costume changes (most of them pretty sucky-looking in my opinion) over the years, the one up top represents Polar Boy as I first encountered him (and, therefore, obviously the zenith of his sartorial flair.😏

PB's original look
Source: https://i.pinimg.com/originals/f2/de/49/f2de497fe22220b4d62c206edda2a8d7.jpg


in the (regrettably) short-lived Legion of Superheroes cartoon
Source: https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/losh/images/d/dd/Polar_Boy.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20131012161421

the most current (I think?) look for Polar Boy
Source: https://static.comicvine.com/uploads/scale_small/0/3664/334393-170281-polar-boy.jpg

Why did I like Polar Boy?  On the surface, I've always liked ice-based heroes and villains (e.g., Captain Cold, Iceman, Blizzard, Mr. Freeze) but in the case of Brek Bannin, there are a few extras that helped warm up to the character. Pun, most certainly, intended.

His creative origin

I like that Polar Boy essentially began as a piece of fan fiction.  The concept for the character was originally suggested by a regular comic book reader--Buddy LaVigne of Northbrook, IL--in the letters page of Adventure Comics #304. (Polar Boy, Wikipedia)


His struggle

Though I doubt it was Buddy LaVigne's intention, when Polar Boy became a reality in Adventure Comics #306 (March 1963), he did so as a decided underdog.  In fact, he was rejected during his first try for membership in the Legion because he was deemed to have insufficient control of his powers.  Down, but not out, Polar Boy pulled together a handful of other rejected applicants to form the Legion of Substitute Heroes.



Sidenote 1:  I guess what the writers were doing here was plausible...but I have to admit  that I always had a hard time with the argument that Polar Boy wasn't Legion material, but Matter-Eater Lad and Bouncing Boy --BOTH of whom, had already been made Legionnaires by this point--were.  Surely, the Legion could've recognized, "You know, there's a lot of people with fire-type power around.  We might occasionally have to combat a giant lizard creature or something...it probably wouldn't hurt to have a cold-dude around. "  As far as the  insufficient control argument goes...wouldn't that kind of be the point of joining the team? 

Sidenote 2:  It seems like there's a bit of a plot hole in the story of Polar Boy and the other Tharrians.  In his initial tryout for the Legion, he explicitly says that the power to create intense cold has been developed by "a few people" on Tharr.



Yet in subsequent material (e.g., Who's Who in the Legion of Superheroes) we're told that "all natives" of the planet have "the ability to project intense cold."




His grit and determination

Despite these early struggles, Polar Boy eventually made it on the Legion line-up.  Indeed, after one year as a member, he was elected Leader. (Who's Who: Polar Boy, Legion of Super-Bloggers)  He went on to serve two terms at the Legion's helm--and these weren't exactly times of peace and tranquility.  

Now that Brek had triumphed over institutional obstacles and been accepted by those he idolized, he would now have to learn to accept himself, by overcoming feelings of excessive and/or misplaced guilt. He was tortured by his failure to save his friend Magnetic Kid during the Magic Wars.  Eventually, time and circumstance even forced him to preside over the dissolution of his beloved Legion.  (Who's Who: Polar Boy, Legion of Super-Bloggers).

Following a number of reboots, a storyline was introduced in which Polar Boy had to deal with pain of a more physical nature.  He lost an arm as a result of torture by Earth Man and his "Justice" League.  True to form, however, that didn't stop Brek.  He simply manifested a new arm made out of ice. 

Sidenote 3:  Though,  the ice arm occasionally looks cool (e.g., pics like this one featuring PB and Sun Boy in a sort of yin/yang theme)

 


It doesn't really make sense to me that the limb would be usable.  Sure he could form it...but wouldn't it just be more like an old -style prosthetic...sort of a 30th century version of the old pirate's peg leg?

Wrapping up

Brek Bannin really is the little-superhero-who-could.  His journey from reject, to member, to leader...from naively optimistic youngster, to sage old hand represents one of the best morality tales you can encounter in superhero comics, "...that being rejected by the people you want to like you doesn’t mean you can’t make a mark in your own way, and still be happy." (Dan Hagen, A Legion of Losers Takes a Bow in Adventure)



Fiction Foundry 27

"Yes ma'am."

"Well that's wonderful," the old woman replied in a sweet and gentle voice, as she reapplied the locks with agility and force that defied her age.  The juxtaposition was striking, and Mike wondered just what it was that made Mrs. Hoffmeier so fearful.

"Now then, if you'll follow me."

Of course Mike already knew where the pastor's office was--everyone in the church did--but it was important to Mrs. Hoffmeier to observe all the formalities of her role as church hostess and guide. Upon reaching the door to the pastor's study, the boy took a deep breath to steel his nerves...and then turned the doorknob.

Mike's arrival apparently interrupted a conversation.  "We started two minutes ago.  We start at 2:30.  Always at 2:30!" Desmond announced.  He was rocking back and forth and just seemed generally agitated. Though no one exactly had a "summer tan" this time of year, Desmond was unusually pale.  More than that, he looked like he'd dropped at least ten pounds since the summer!

As the appointed peace-maker, Pastor Leedle interjected "Good afternoon, Michael!  We're so happy you're here!

Midnight and the Hollywood Hacker (Smash Comics #34)

Smash Comics # 34 (July 1942)

Midnight feature (untitled)

by Jack Cole

The July 1942 issue of Smash Comics saw Midnight and his entourage bound for Hollywood where Dave--in his civilian role as a radio announcer--is assigned to broadcast the movie premiere of one Miss Joy Devine.  Wackey, for his part, is overcome oogling the various starlets he spies in the glamorous city, while Gabby simply wants to be released from the confines of the 1940s pet carrier to which he's confined.

Side note:  For unexplained reasons, Ms. Devine's name is always set off in a distinct cursive lettering throughout the story.  It's curious.  I have no explanation for this.  Anybody able to enlighten me?


As Dave & co. stroll down a sunlit avenue a gun battle suddenly breaks out between cops and criminals.  After a quick dash to the bushes and a switch to the black side of his suit (which still doesn't look black) Dave Clark is replaced by Midnight, masked man of mystery!  

Midnight wastes no time leaping into the fray, first disarming (via the vacuum gun) and then pummeling them.



Unfortunately for our hero, the sudden off-panel shouts of "Cut! Cut! CUUUUUUT!" are prelude to the revelation that he's not halted a robbery, but merely wandered into and thoroughly-screwed up a movie scene.

Humiliated, our hero apologetically walks off, berating himself for being so foolish.  At this nadir of self-confidence, Wackey spots the famous Joy Devine about to be murdered.  Still stinging from his last rebuke from the agitated movie director, Dave assumes this is another set and is nonchalant about responding.  When Wackey protests that if this is just a movie, why is her attacker burying a dagger in Devine's back; Clark replies confidently that it's surely a simple prop with a blade that retracts back into the handle.

Sadly, once the deed is done and Dave approaches to applaud Devine on her very convincing acting, he discovers to his horror that this was no act!   Joy Devine has been brutally murdered--and he just watched it all happen!


Despite his shame at having let a murder take place before his very eyes, Dave begins switching back into his Midnight garb as Gabby pursues the killer.  The crime fighters assume this will be pretty straightforward as they both got a good look at the assailant's face.  

When the trio locate the man they witnessed knifing Devine, he protests his innocence.  Before Midnight can get to the bottom of this, a guillotine is dropped on their suspect cleaving him in two.    Again, Midnight & co. spot the killer's killer and set off in pursuit.  After following the latest blademaster through a door, however, Midnight again loses his man.  Seemingly, the killer has vanished into thin air!

We repeat this cycle of the killer being killed twice more, before Midnight is finally in pursuit of the actual killer. There's a slip in Cole's storytelling here as Midnight accuses one of the men of having "sprung the death trap on Jones," when there is nothing in the earlier part of the story indicating who any of these men are.  As it turns out, on the final page  we learn that the post-Joy Devine victims are as follows:  Director Buzzbe, Cameraman Jones, and Thompson the agent.


When Midnight tries to seize his final suspect with the trusty vacuum gun, its suction slips right off the killer's bald head.  Curious at this atypical equipment failure, Midnight examines the suction before announcing that he believes they'll get one last chance to nab the murderer at the premier of Devine's last movie, Love a la Carte.

Later at the screening, as movie-goers gush over Devine's talent and performance, one non-descript man begins to seethe with rage.  At last he bursts through the film screen berating the crowd for attributing to Devine what he sees as the true achievement of his own talent as a make-up artist.

This time, when Midnight fires the vacuum gun it successfully seizes the impromptu rhetorician, hoisting him up to the balcony seats.  Midnight thrusts a murder confession into the man's face and demands that he sign it. Again, this was just poor writing that cropped up all-too-frequently in the Golden Age.  There's no reason this guy should sign the document.  So far, there's no evidence of anything except his jealousy of Devine.  (People don't go to jail for being jealous.)  Even if he did sign Midnight's document, I'm gonna go out on a limb and say that a coerced confession from an unofficial vigilante might not exactly hold up in court. 

For utterly inexplicable reasons, the make-up man admits to the quadruple homicide.  Having done so, he asks how Midnight knew he was killer.  (Umm...I would guess that your public rant at the movie premier might--at least--raise some suspicions?) 

In order to illustrate our hero's "brilliance," Midnight explains that when his vacuum gun failed to seize the killer (on the previous page), he noticed the suction cup still had traces of (grease-based?) face putty on it, at which point, "I just put two and two together."

Uhhhhh...okay, Midnight?  I'm pretty sure there's more than one make-up guy in Hollywood.  Also, I'd be really surprised if face putty is that difficult to come by.  It's not exactly oxycontin, so is there any reason to assume that someone could've acquired face putty who wasn't employed as a make-up artist? 



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"Michael?  Are you still there?  Have we been disconnected?"

The question was enough to jolt Mike out of his indecisive stupor.  "Okay, Pastor.  If you think it's that important, I'll give it a try."

"I'm glad to hear that, Michael.  We'll look for you at around 2:00 pm.  Just come to the office entrance.  Mrs. Hoffmeier will let you in."

"Alright.  Will do.  See you, then."  With that, Mike hung up the phone, and returned to breakfast.
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The bright sun in the clear November sky belied the bone-chilling cold.  Despite his desire to get somewhere warm as quick as possible, Mike still paused a moment before pressing the ancient doorbell to the church offices.

A muffled "just a moment" preceded the rattling of deadbolts.  Finally, the locks fell silent and the door inched open, revealing Mrs. Hoffmeier.  "Oh hello, Michael.  It's so nice to see you.  Are you feeling well today?" she asked as he entered the warm cocoon of the church building.

Around the Web: rise and fall of the Marvel Universe

A while back I read this great analysis on what went wrong with Marvel Comics by Chris Tolworthy.  Its a part of his larger website dedicated to the Fantastic Four--especially a celebration of their early years.

Admittedly, this is a long read...but if you nerd out over this stuff like I do, I think you'll find it worth the time investment.  Basically, Tolworthy's premise is that the thing that really made Marvel stand out from DC originally was grounding stories in space and time and a commitment to storyline continuity--across all the Marvel titles.   This meant that characters and story plots could emerge over years...decades even.  Characters grew and changed.  They made choices and those choices had real consequences that affected the entire Marvel universe...much like real life.

My sense is that Tolworthy's critique is pretty accurate.  I know when I got into comics in the late 80s, one of the things that really intrigued me (and kept me spending hours in the comic shop) was the interconnectedness of the Marvel universe.  I wanted to go back and guy all kinds of back issues to fill in gaps...and doing so never felt like wasted effort.  I saw myself as being progressively initiated into the literature of Marvel. 

Probably the single most critical factor in killing my passion for Marvel comics--even beyond the ridiculously jacked up prices--was the hatchet job they did on continuity.  Nothing seems important anymore because everything changes all the time...and no story line can be assumed to have any long-term significance.  When that's what you've created...who wants to spend even $4-5 per issue?  Not only is it not a sound financial "investment" (which, of course, was a ridiculous notion in the first place) it's not even a sound entertainment/literary investment. 

Do you guys think?