Reading this thread – the OP in particular – has left me a little amazed at how at least one aspect of our culture has changed since I was a kiddo – and changed for the better, yet.
There didn’t seem to be any such thing as grownups who liked comics, back when I was young and short, at least nowhere near where I was. In fact, grownups mostly seemed to disapprove of and disdain them utterly.
If you brought yours to school, teachers would seize them, and you never got them back; there was no recourse or remedy for such confiscations.
It was almost a given that comic book by their very nature were somehow worthless, and even pernicious. One’s parents (my Ma at any rate) felt perfectly cool with tossing your comics as they saw fit –
if, for instance, they were in one’s mother’s path when she cleaned house.
Random adults were apt to interrupt a kid in the middle of reading a comic book and tell said kid he oughtta be reading a good book of some kind, not one of those stupid funnybooks. Teenagers were quite often none-to-gently admonished that they should be growing out of that kind of crap already.
And you never saw a grown person reading or enjoying a comic book – not the regular Mom&Dad kind of grown person, at least; it wasn’t until I was a mid-1970s teener who first got wind of Underground comix that were made specially for hippies and such, that the idear of adult comic books occured to anyone, as far as I knew.
And, naturally, the elders-in-authority tended to regard the particular ones *I liked as the worst of the lot – even trashier and more reprehensible of content than the superhero and funny-teenager contingent.
But now it’s 2008 – and I just read a post by a fellow who wants to teach his kid to love comics while she’s just a wee little sprout. That is so freakin’ great that I gotta semi-hijack this thread, and just say “wow.”
So…wow.
- when I was 7 or so I discovered the gloriously cruddy ouevre of Eerie Publications, the luridest, most bloodsoaked black-and-white comic mags to ever part a kid from 35 cents; then, when I was slightly older I found out about the Warren and Skywald lines, with their superior writing and their (usually) much more restrained art.