Perhaps this is an inappropriate way to say it, but superheroes never really turned me on the way they do many kids. When many of my Marvel Comics-reading childhood friends became high school students, and their interest transferred over to seemingly more risqué and violent Japanese manga comics and Anime, I had only a vague wish that I could share in their preoccupation with these cartoons. My impression was that the storyline of any given comic consisted of one or two or all of a few basic elements which spelled out pure action, adventure, and fantasy: good and evil in a never ending brawl (BANG! THWACK! POW!), the perpetual high-speed car chase, uncommonly proportioned women’s bodies, or (in the case of manga) strange sexual fetishism. Though comics seemed very much like “stuff for dudes” to me (and I was always, of course, much too sophisticated for any of that) or like “kid’s stuff,” I assumed above all that comics were not made for those who enjoyed reading (or deep thinking, for that matter).
Yes, I know, it sounds like I was an uptight and pretentious youngster. Well, maybe I was. But after hesitantly dipping my toe into adulthood and discovering that it wasn’t as bad as I had imagined it would be, I was able to loosen up to a more sensible and enjoyable openness. I began to notice that there were comics written on myriad topics. Not only this, but there was this new term that I had never heard before referring to comics that had a decidedly more literary ring: “Graphic Novel.” Some of the subjects that graphic novels are written about include autobiography, history, religion, science fiction, romance, and (yup) superhero stories.