Continuing on with the Final ’90s Countdown, still in the “single vote” tier, but even only getting one vote doesn’t make it less than great, as seen by this fine example:
Black Hole (Kitchen Sink/Fantagraphics, 1995-2005)
Gotta admit, it’s been a while since I’ve read Black Hole, the book that could very well be described as Charles Burns’ magnum opus. I mean, I may be more a Big Baby guy myself, but regardless of whatever project he’s working on, it’s hard to think of anyone who does just straight up creepy and unsettling comics imagery in so sleek a fashion as Burns does.
And Black Hole is absolutely a showcase for those talents, as the story, involving an STD spreading through a bunch of teens that leaves them with grotesque deformities, provides ample opportunity for Burns to disturb the reader.
Interestingly there’s a short precursor to Black Hole that ran in Steve Bissette’s horror anthology Taboo in 1989. Titled “Contagious,” and just four pages, but definitely of a piece with the longer work. It ends on more of a EC Comics-ish “we’re all doomed” note, as opposed to Black Hole which delves more deeply into the personal impact and societal implications of such a disease.
You may have notice that I had two publishers listed for the series above. The first four issues came out from Kitchen Sink Press, which unfortunately went out of business following the release of #4. Fantagraphics published the remaining eight issues, while rereleasing issues 1 through 4. It took a while for these 12 issues to come out, just over an issue per year, but as I recall interest in the title remained strong at the shop over its run. Each new issue created a small flurry of interest in previous issues, and I think they were readily available for reorder from one source or another.
Of course now you don’t need to fiddle around with them floppy ol’ funnybooks, as the whole kit ‘n’ caboodle has since been gathered together under one cover, as is the popular way with comics of note. That Black Hole collection, available from Pantheon, is still currently available in both hardcover and trade paperback form. It should also be noted that a copy of this book makes a cameo in the film Dawn of the Planet of the Apes (2014), as a young human bonds with Maurice the orangutan as they peruse it.
Anyway, be like Maurice: if you haven’t read this comic and can handle some distressing imagery, I recommend you give it a try. It’s definitely a classic of the medium…not usually mentioned in the same breath as Maus and Watchmen, but probably should be.
Released as Valiant Comics was still in its prime hotness during the ’90s comics market boom, and drawn by the legendary Barry Windsor-Smith (for at least a few issues), Archer & Armstrong hit the ground running and picked up a lot of fans from the get-go. Alas, as you can tell by the dates noted above, the original run of the series was one of the many, many victims of the ’90s comics market crash, not helped by the fact that Windsor-Smith departed art chores after issue #12. (Not to cast aspersions on those who came after…Mike Baron boarding as writer was a good hook to try keeping readers around.)
So leave it to my old customer Carol (who, alas, moved away, but I am heartened to know she still reads my site) to utterly confound me with this title by Rachel Hartman, one that despite everything does sound vaguely familiar but about which I can’t some up with any specific or, like, personal in-store experiences.
This black and white anthology series, edited by Sarah Dyer, includes as a recurring feature her superhero character Action Girl, hence the comic’s title. The stories were all by female creators, including such folks as Roberta Gregory, Megan Kelso and Jessica Abel. Many of the stories were mainly slice-of-life, down to Earth tales, with even the Action Girl stories themselves being more grounded.
One of my primary memories of Akiko was mentioning to a postal clerk at the post office I frequented on store business that, oh, hey, she had the same name as this long-running comic. Okay, that sounds weird typing it out like that, but I was at the post office a lot, and was friendly with all the clerks. Anyway, she thought that was neat, then rang me up for the, like, forty packages I was shipping. 