Shores of Night

Hi!  Welcome back to the blog, or welcome if you're new. My name's Grim, and today I'm going to have a mini rant about superhero comics. I know it's not really anything important, and the overwhelming everything threatens to eat our sanity, but... I just feel the need.  Until recently, I would have said I was a fan of superheroes. I discovered them at around 12, and started borrowing X-Men comics from my local library. For the next four years, I was a devoted Marvel fan, making a regular pilgrimage to the next town over where a newsagent stocked comics. I didn't know about Forbidden Planet, one short bus ride away in Coventry. In fact, it would take a long time for me to learn about actual comics shops. In the late 80s and early 90s in the UK, comics were still a niche thing, considered childish and crude. It wasn't like you could turn on your TV and see films or shows about them, unless they were cartoons. Even then, you had to hope that the BBC or ITV saw the ...