Gothan City was cold shafts of concrete lit by cold moonlight, windswept and bottomless, fading to a cloud bank of city lights, a wet, white mist, miles below me. The street sounds were a soft, sad roar, unbroken and unchanging.
And then the murders began.
Frank Miller, Batman: Year OneI've got the home stretch all to myself when the readings stop making sense. I switch to manual... but the computer crosses its own circuits and refuses to let go. I coax it.
And then the murders began.
Frank Miller, Batman: The Dark Knight Returns"Are you sure we should be so
far from the castle, Lord Ozaki? It's not
safe..."
And then the murders began.
Frank Miller, RoninThree
amazing graphic novels by Frank Miller.
Ronin (1987), my first contat with his work* changed the way I saw comics. The seventeen years old me found, with great surprise and joy, that the "comic" format could reach
much further than the usual DC/Marvel productions that were prevalent in Brazil and some europeans like Goscinny and Uderzo (Asterix), Goscinny and Morris (Lucky Luke), Hergé (Tin Tin) or Jacobs (Blake and Mortimer)** that I knew from my trips to Portugal. The most "artistic" graphic novels I was aware back then was Christin and Mézières' Valerian. (which is good, but obviously I also didn't know about Enki Bilal's fascinating work...)
* Living in Brazil didn't help, and the lack of that thing called Internet (as we know it) neither...
** I still love all those, of course. Few things made me laugh so much as Asterix...