Science fiction is my guilty pleasure. It’s neither illegal nor salacious, but I suppose I harbor residual guilt, because my mother demanded I give up reading comic books when I was twelve years old and, to my regret, I did. I don’t know why this was important to her. Perhaps she thought it would dull my literary bent, but I was a fan of DC Comics, especially Superman, and while I gave them up at my mother’s insistence, my fondness merely expanded. I lucked into Madeline L’Engle’s,
Comic books were forbidden in our house! Ridiculous in hindsight! So many otherwise reasonable parents were sucked into psychologist Frederic Wertham’s claim that comics warp minds. I’m looking forward to the newest Dr. Who!
One mark of my age is that I recall when the Fantastic Four and Spiderman first appeared in my life. They were the "deep," psychological comics; I would periodically flee back to DC (Superman, Aquaman, the Martian Manhunter, etc.) for simpleminded relief.
Yet the Marvel movies do not interest me in the least.
I loved comic books. Also loved the paperback reprints of MAD comics. One of the best gifts I've ever received was a case of four hardcover volumes of MAD comic reprints in full color. Gosharooties!
Comic books were forbidden in our house! Ridiculous in hindsight! So many otherwise reasonable parents were sucked into psychologist Frederic Wertham’s claim that comics warp minds. I’m looking forward to the newest Dr. Who!
One mark of my age is that I recall when the Fantastic Four and Spiderman first appeared in my life. They were the "deep," psychological comics; I would periodically flee back to DC (Superman, Aquaman, the Martian Manhunter, etc.) for simpleminded relief.
Yet the Marvel movies do not interest me in the least.
I loved comic books. Also loved the paperback reprints of MAD comics. One of the best gifts I've ever received was a case of four hardcover volumes of MAD comic reprints in full color. Gosharooties!