I love you, Guardian

Usually I think that art, like most poetry, is a bunch of pretentious twaddle. Now, I’m fairly pretentious myself, as I’m a student of literature, but I’m pretentious in a more down-to-earth, working-class way. It’s complicated.

Anyway, The Guardian’s art blog has this fantastic article giving superheroes the acclaim they deserve, by drawing a valid link between the likes of Batman and the heroes of ancienty mythology.

It’s not long, and if you’re into both pop culture and ‘proper culture’, it’s definitely worth a read.

Bruce Gruber

Well, what started off with me the possible demise of Batman as we know him has turned into a big thing about the nature of plot in general and endings in particular. I’m going to be discussing a number of endings, so it’s pretty safe to say that there will be spoilers in this post. If you don’t want to know what happens to Batman (both now and in Miller’s The Dark Knight Returns) or Captain America, or the endings of of The Dark Tower, The Great Gatsby, Gaiman’s The Sandman, The Shining, The Sun Also Rises or Great Expectations, don’t read on.

Wait, what?

For the love of all that is good in modern comics, NO. Not Grayson, anyone but him. GAH.

At least Bruce isn’t dying. Well, he’d better not die, damnit.

And in case anyone was wondering, I have no problem with the fact that I’m a student of literature who prefers comics over poetry. I prefer being divebombed by my big-boned cat over most poetry, to be honest.