![]() The thing is, a whole, beaming-bright universe of American history glommed on for the ride. There’s no lie in that subtitle: the birth of the comic book (the storytelling, the art, the characters, the industry, all those egos) is the axis on which Men of Tomorrow turns. See, the true story laid out in this book…it’s fascinating. And yet my mind won’t let go of the word, shoving it to the forefront whenever my thoughts turn to Gerard Jones’ Men of Tomorrow. So you can imagine how badly I’m cringing at the thought of using one now, and yet. ![]() ![]() Any nuance these descriptors once contained has long since run like ichor into the Meaningless Ocean. When talking about books (or films, or music) I do my level best to steer clear of certain adjectives that–since the dawn of time and/or the creation of the word–have been repeatedly beaten against a very sharp, very large rock. ![]()
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