In the parlance of the twentieth century, this is an oddball. Its name is Light Week, and its tastes lean toward stuffed animals, zither music, professional football, Charles Dickens, moose heads, carnivals, dogs, children, and young ladies. Light Weeks are accident prone, a little vague, a little discombobulated, with a life that possesses all the security of a floating crap game. But this can be said of our Light Week: without him, without his warmth, without his kindness, the world would be a considerably poorer place, albeit perhaps a little saner.
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Strange Attractors HC
By Charles Soule & Greg Scott
If you’ve ever loved a city, but especially New York City, this is the book for you. Charles Soule, who is just becoming known to a lot of new readers through DC Comics, but this is the book you need to read. I happen to know that Soule loves the city, and this is his fantastical mathematical imagination at work, trying to explain the machinations that take place and keep it all ticking. More than any of that though, it’s a book that makes you feel good about the city, and the people who live in it. Also Greg Scott turns in one hell of a performance for a guy most of you probably haven’t heard of. Trust me on this one.
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The Authority, Vol. 1 HC
By Warren Ellis, Bryan Hitch, Paul Neary, Laura DePuy, & Robbie Robbins
When the new century rolled around, this was the most influential comic book on the stands. It popularized the terms “wide screen comics” and “decompressed storytelling” in the comic book word and spawned a host of imitators. But as with most things, the original was still the best. Warren Ellis and Bryan Hitch’s story of a new breed of badass interventionist superheroes was the most exciting breath of fresh air at a time when comic book companies were trying a lot of new and exciting things before they, inevitably, slipped back into safe complacency.
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Edgar Allen Poe’s The Fall of the House of Usher #1
By Richard Corben
It’s May of 2013, and this boy is fed up to the gills with Poe and Lovecraft. I’m instituting a no pits and pendulum diet, waving off tentacles and mind-altering mountains. Enough already! But then, there are always exceptions. Richard Corben doesn’t beat dead horses, he animates them, ushers them to unnerving new life. Or undeath. Don’t pass this over like another regurgitation. This is the classic tale of Gothic undoing as realized by one of horror’s great stewards.