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I'm only just now getting around to reading Michael Chabon--currently finishing The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay. I don't know why I didn't pick it up earlier--it sounds like something I'd love. But sometimes I'm just not in the right frame of mind to see how good a book is, and then later discover it and love it. (Which makes me worry about acquisitions editors and their mood swings...) But K&C is very fine. It's like controlled, mellowed Pynchon, in some ways. I'm amazed at how well Chabon knows and shows the world of comic books as they began.
And once again I feel so lucky to have been born at exactly the time I was, learning to read in the late '40's and '50's, before TV really took hold, when the magic of the visual suddenly blossomed into fantasy that even a kid could afford, along with a bottle of Nehi and a cool corner of a porch, just me and Superman forever...and the dark closets where my cousin kept her stashes of Tales from the Crypt . Still part of my nightmares, so deliciously horrible.
And then I get to grow up and find the Sandman.
And once again I feel so lucky to have been born at exactly the time I was, learning to read in the late '40's and '50's, before TV really took hold, when the magic of the visual suddenly blossomed into fantasy that even a kid could afford, along with a bottle of Nehi and a cool corner of a porch, just me and Superman forever...and the dark closets where my cousin kept her stashes of Tales from the Crypt . Still part of my nightmares, so deliciously horrible.
And then I get to grow up and find the Sandman.
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