So here we go. The reason I have not written anything since my first review way back when is because of my utter frustration with DC comics. Until about six months ago I had not read a comic in awhile. In fact it had been a long while and that is why I chose to cover for my first review an old personal favorite, Batman: Year One. When I decided that I wanted to re-visit my passion for comics I headed to the comic book store and  the first comics that caught my eye was from the Batman R.I.P. series, Batman Detective Comics #846. I was stoked.  My re-entry into the comic book world was at a pivotal point for the DC universe, the death of Batman! I realized that it was obviously a series, I mean you can’t kill Batman in just one issue, but at the time I didn’t realize the extent of the series. DC had decided to crossover titles covering Batman, Batman Detective Comics, Robin, Nightwing, and Batman and the Outsiders. I thought it was a great idea. I mean the death of Batman is going to affect everyone so why not cover it over a plethora of titles. Boy was I wrong.

Spoilers and more after the break.

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Everyone knows where Batman begins, but to personally know where Batman began is another ideology. For me, Batman began before I could read. My father’s friend gave him a collection to hold onto until I was old enough to respect it, Batman: Year One by Frank Miller. Today, Miller is somewhat of an icon having written several gems such as Sin City, 300, and currently Batman and Robin The Boy Wonder. He always tends to push envelope and delivers with carnal genius. Thanks to him and his counterpart David Mazzuchelli, the illustrator of Batman: Year One, anytime someone mentions the Batman, the image of a boy kneeling in-between his blood-spattered parents resurfaces. It wasn’t until recently that I dug those books from their cave.

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Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, as hard as we all here at DestroyTheCyb.org have been, we can never turn down new writers and with that said, we’ve added a new writer to our ranks: Andrew Kovatch!

Andrew is a friend of Erika‘s and is a fan of both DC and Marvel. Overall, he’s a super dude (not to be confused with Superman).

His first review (Batman: Year One) will be out soon, so keep an eye out for it.

The mid 80s were a good time to be a geek. In the music world, metal was revolting against its glam stars and producing a host of thrashers who put out the best stuff since Sabbath; Master of Puppets, Peace Sells…But Who’s Buying?, and Reign in Blood were sure to be spinning in the record players and tape decks of every acne-scarred social outcast in the country.

And what do social outcasts read? Comic books, that’s exactly right. We’re a hated and mocked breed, but anyone who read them in this era was about to have their reading material finally “legitimatized.” A new breed of writers was revolutionizing the medium, removing the redundant and intelligence-insulting wordiness that plagued comics at the point and replacing it with more concise and more adult language as well letting the art tell the story. And chief among them were two men, each from one side of the Atlantic: Alan Moore and Frank Miller.

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