Graphicology: COMIC BOOKS!

Hey all,

So yeah...comic books, graphic novels, comic shorts, online web comics; all are read by people, young and old, from all over the world, in public and in private (though in some cases preferably in private). They're not just for geeks and nerds anymore, they never really were.

In the sequential arts comics industry, you have your western/american standard for comic books, your European comics, and Pan Asian comics books/manga.

Within these spheres, there are your mainstream, commercial comics (i.e. Marvel and their X-Men, DC and their Superman or Batman series, or Naruto, Trigun or Battle Royale) versus your indie fringe comics, like those found more throughout Europe (i.e. Blacksad!!!)

As an introduction for a comic book neophyte, I would reccomend The Sandman, by Neil Gaiman.

The Sandman is a graphic novel series, from DC/Vertigo, that chronicles the adventures of Dream, the title character, the personification of Dreams, and the stories of The Endless, his family. This is the only comic to ever win the World Fantasy Award, and one of few to be on the New York Times Best Seller list in the early 1990's.

Here is a brief character synopsis:

The Endless are the seven incarnations that exist over the waking world:

Desire:
Desire is of medium height. It is unlikely that any portrait will ever do Desire justice, since to see her (or him) is to love him (or her), -- passionately, painfully, to the exclusion of all else. Desire smells almost subliminally of summer peaches, and casts two shadows: one black and sharp-edged, the other translucent and foever wavering, like heat haze. Desire smiles in brief flashes, like sunlight glinting from a knife-edge. And there is much else that is knife-like about Desire. Never a possession, always the possessor, with skin as pale as smoke, and eyes tawny and sharp as yellow wine: Desire is everything you have ever wanted. Whoever you are. Whatever you are. Everything.



Despair:
Despair, Desire's sister and twin, is queen of her own bleak bourne. It is said that scattered through Despair's domain are a multitde of tiny windows, hanging in the void. Each window looks out onto a different scene, being, in our world, a mirror. Sometmes you will look into a mirror and feel the eyes of Despair upon you, feel her hook catch and snag on your heart. Her skin is cold, and clammy; her eyes are the colour of sky, on the grey, wet days that leach the world of colour and meaning; her voice is little more than a whisper; and while she has no odour, her shadow smells mucky, and pungent, like the skin of a snake. Many years gone, a sect in what is now Afghanistan declared her a goddess, and proclaimed all empty rooms her sacred places. The sect, whose members called themselves The Unforgiven, persisted for two years, until its last adherent finally killed himself, having survived the other members by almost seven months. Despair says little, and is patient.

Destiny:
Destiny is the oldest of the Endless; in the Beginning was the Word, and it was traced by hand on the first page of his book, before ever it was spoken aloud. Destiny is also the tallest of the Endless, to mortal eyes. There are some who believe him to be flind; whilst others, perhaps with more reason, claim that he has travelled far beyond blindness, that indeed, he can do nothing but see: that he sees the fine traceries the galaxies make as they spiral through the void, that he watches the intricate patterns living things make on their journey through time. Destiny smells of dust and the libraries of night. He leaves no footprints. He casts no shadow.

Delirium:
Delirium is the youngest of the endless.
She smells of sweat, sour wines, late nights, old leather.
Her realm is close, and can be visited; however, human minds were not made to comprehend her domain, and those few who have made the journey have been incapable of reporting back more than the tiniest fragments.
The poet Coleridge claimed to have known her intimately, but the man was an inveterate liar, and in this, as in so much, we must doubt his word.
Her appearance is the most variable of all the Endless, who, at best, are ideas cloaked in the semblance of flesh. Her shadow's shape and outline has no relationship to that of any body she wears, and it is tangible, like old velvet.
Some say the tragedy of Delirium is her knowledge that, despite being older than suns, older than gods, she is forever the youngest of the Endless, who do not measure time as we measure time, or see the worlds through mortal eyes.
Others deny this, and say that Delirium has no tragedy, but here they speak without reflection.
For Delirium was once Delight. And although that was long ago now, even today her eyes are badly matched: one eye is a vivid emerald green, spattered with silver flecks that move; her other eye is vein blue.
Who knows what Delirium sees, through her mismatched eyes?

Dream:
Dream of the Endless: ah, there's a conundrum. In this aspect (and we perceive but aspects of the Endless, as we see the light glinting from one tiny facet of some huge and flawlessly cut precious stone), he is rake-thin, with skin the color of falling snow. Dream accumulates names to himself like others make friends; but he permits himself few friends. If he is closest to anyone, it is to his elder sister, whom he sees but rarely. He heard long ago, in a dream, that one day in every century Death takes on mortal flesh, better to comprehend what the lives she takes must feel like, to taste the bitter tang of mortality: that this is the price she must pay for being the divider of the living from all that has gone before, all that must come after. He broods on this tale, but has never questioned her about its truth. Perhaps he fears that she would answer him. Of all the Endless, save perhaps Destiny, he is most conscious of his responsibilities, the most meticulous in their execution. Dream casts a human shadow, when it occurs to him to do so.

Destruction:
About 300 years before The Sandman series begins its tale, Destruction gathered the family together in the great hall of the citadel of Destiny. Destruction tells them he is leaving. That they are not to follow him. That they must no longer consider him one of them.








Death:
And there is Death.
















Check it out online, in store, or at your local library...happy reading.

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