death, destiny and vertigo comics
[also posted at blogcritics]
Vertigo Comics is celebrating their tenth anniversary.
Whenever I go to comic shows (not conventions, I mean the small ones at your local K of C ), I immediately head for the vendor who has the boxes sitting on the floor, labeled in black Sharpie "Back Issues, 50 cents each," because he will invariably have a ton of Vertigo titles stashed away in those boxes.
The thing that originally drew me to Vertigo (besides Neil Gaiman) was the covers of their comics. The art was always dark, mysterious and sometimes frightening. You could tell a Vertigo title a mile away. My favorites are the Dave McKean covers, and that's usually what I would be rummaging through the boxes for.
Some of the titles were just mediocre. I would still buy them for the art, using the covers to inspire me when I was hitting a writer's block.
I've read a bit of just about everything Vertigo has put out, and the whole series of quite a few titles.
I started with Sandman, quite a few years ago, reading the few issues I found at a comic show one day. I now own the whole collection and became a bona fide Neil Gaiman addict.
I've spent a good portion of the past few years submerging myself in the world of dreams, staring wide-eyed at the subculture of politics and media and riding out to the Alamo wtih a vampire.
I also discovered the art of Dave McKean, which has inspired me more than anything I've come across artistically in my life.
Happy anniversary, Vertigo. Here's to many more.