
go organized crime for the more prestigious and financially rewarding world of costumed villainy. So when the smalltime crook finds mystical apparel that grants him strange powers, he decides to for. With a pregnant girlfriend, a demanding mistress and an institutionalized mother to care for, Parker Robbins can barely make ends meet.


Which is to say, it turned me teenaged again.The Hood: The Saga Of Parker Robbins (Trade Paperback / Paperback)Ĭover design or artwork by Hotz, Kyle Illustrated by Fiumara, Max By Vaughan, Brian K. It has been a fount of guilt, awkwardness and grave personal doubts. Runaways - while a consistently brilliant reading experience - has been an embarrassment festival. A hardship I'd steered clear of in real life, and there I was stumbling into it in a damned graphic novel (OK, comic book). And, alright, I fell a little in love with one of the female leads: the great flying beauty Karolina Dean. I kept locking eyes with people I could swear had just shaken their heads. Marvel collected them - because their biggest fans were female teenagers - in tiny digests with girlish covers that were intensely embarrassing to read on the subway. (Some of the best modern comics do Rosencrantz and Guildenstern sideways, glossing stories we already know: It is a thrillingly wised-up medium now.) What would you do if you learned your dad was Lex Luthor or Dr. And the plot - six kids discover their parents are a Legion of Doom-type supervillain squad controlling Los Angeles, and so take off - is brilliant, if you like comics or have any anxieties about Southern California. OK, the art in Volume 1 (by Adrian Alphona, who can make a corner mailbox look nostalgic and deeply cool) is also pretty great. Runaways is full of real-life moments like that - stuff I turn to non-word-balloon genres for. A female villain turns to a female hero with irritation: "That's why we're not running the world, huh? 'Cause when women see a younger version of us, it just makes us angry." 11, ) of Runaways, a male hero and villain realize they're a lot alike and can stop trying to pound each other. (This is my pep talk, part of how I work through the guilt of thinking Vaughan writes the most crackling dialogue in the pop world.)Īn example: In issue 29 (OK - Volume 2, No. This was in a way a superhero story: one man bringing lightness to millions. Vaughan left the final year (haunted by an aspirational ghost: It wasn't his own show), and the comedy got lost with him. He's what made Seasons 3 through 5 of Lost so terrific. It's going to be a movie soon, at which point I will feel slightly less guilty.


More specifically, BKV's - his fan name - brilliant graphic novel (OK, all right: his comic book) Runaways. My guilty pleasure is one which culture keeps telling me I can drop the guilt about: comics.
