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I spent the first thirty-five years of my life in New York City. For the record, and I assume many of you who are...
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I spent the first thirty-five years of my life in New York City. For the record, and I assume many of you who are...
(With no apologies whatsoever to that fucking Norman Podhoretz.) I’ve told the story frequently, if not incessantly, of how I was introduced to comic...
SO WE’RE FUCKED, RIGHT? AND NOT IN A GOOD WAY. I have occasionally, to be honest, frequently, reposted a long piece I wrote a...
I’ve been traveling again this past year, airborne every few weeks or so, and the evidence would indicate that the number of apparently insecure...
Well Now, Just Hold On There a Minute… I’m a longtime member of a spiritual fellowship, a rambling, disorganized and inept quasi-organization, of which...
I recently made the tactical mistake, not to mention the social gaffe, of disagreeing with someone on his page, in regard to a post,...
Blaming what is essentially an endless epidemic of mass murder on mental health issues, while simultaneously embracing narratives of pedophile rings run out of...
I have been party of late to talk about the decline of the American sense of humor. This situation is of course wide open...
Great Moments in Advice from Highly-Paid Consultants: * Get rid of Nerve’s writers! (Site implodes) * Get rid of the AV Club’s writers! (Site...
…THE VIRTUE OF AGONY. The death of the actor William Hurt, besides the loss of such an extraordinarily sly and nuanced talent, and separate,...
…AND TOXIC AVENGERS I was first inoculated by what became a lifelong obsession, and not incidentally a lifelong career, by comic books, in the...
WITLESS PROTECTION, TOO There are two off story moments in BYE, BYE BRAVERMAN, Sidney Lumet’s 1968 comedy of grief, moments that made no ripple...
Not too long ago, I posted a screed covering my ongoing disdain and distaste for the culture of overpraise, where so many minds are...
As I started to write this, I realized that for those of you who know me and my work as a comic book man,...
One of the things missing this holiday season, other than the once time-honored socializing in person with others not part of one’s pandemic pod—again!—is...
“Even if he were mediocre, there are a lot of mediocre judges and people and lawyers. They are entitled to a little representation, aren’t...
As I started to write this, I realized that for those of you who know me and my work as a comic book man,...
My thinking about the somewhat unprecedented uninviting this past week of a much-celebrated American comic book talent, by a comic book convention in the...
Um, hi. I know, it’s been a while since the previous Blerd Vision column in November. To be frank, a lot has gone down,...
It feels like we’re standing at the gates of hell. This week has been, namely, a lot. A lot of grief, mourning, anger, dismay,...
When and if there is a future, a time in which there is enough distance and detachment to observe, analyze and write with dispassion...
Like a lot of comic book enthusiasts, I spent much of my misspent youth reading dystopic, end of or post end of the world...
I’ve told the story before, and to be honest, all too frequently, so if you’ve heard it before, be patient and bear with me....
My kid brother—I’m sixty-eight, he’s sixty-four, so who am I kidding with this kid brother shit?—is a serious horseplayer. I have no idea what...