where were the hoary hosts of hoggoth? (a review of dr. strange)

FINALLY, I SAW IT—Dr. Strange, the movie. I say “finally” as I am one of the dying breed of guys who bought and collected Marvel comic books in the ’60s as the magic was happening. (And by the Hoary Hosts of Hoggoth, face facts: it was almost exclusively guys who read superhero comics at the time.) And Dr. Strange was always one of my

art spiegelman’s very strange comic strip

I SAW THE ADS FOR WITZEND in late 1966 or early ’67, probably in the Rocket’s Blast Comics Collector. RBCC was the first fanzine that I bought in the ’60s; it was an adzine that featured articles on comics and ads from dealers and collectors offering stuff for sale. I sent my dollar bill off to some strange address in New York and eagerly CONTINUE READING

the revelations of basil wolverton will keep you awake at night

BASIL WOLVERTON WAS AN IDIOSYNCRATIC ARTIST from the beginning. Wherever he found a publisher, his work stood out from all other comic book artists of the 1950s. His outlandish style was best suited for a form of what used to be referred to as ‘bigfoot humor’ (which had something to do with Lil’ Abner, nothing to do with Sasquatch). But the work that attracts the CONTINUE READING

addicted to marvel tales annual 1 (marvel comics 1964 part 2)

This article is one of twenty-four ‘book reviews’ addressing my introduction to and immediate addiction to Marvel superhero comics in the summer of 1964. Before reading this, I recommend that you read the first part, “addicted to marvel comics 1964,” which provides the background for the what follows here and subsequent articles. These twenty-four individual parts will be pieced together into one article CONTINUE READING

addicted to marvel comics 1964 part 1

Like so many Americans of the Baby Boomer generation, I grew up reading comic books. In fact, comic books have been a part of my life for so long that I can’t recall ever having not read them. At first, it was Walt Disney Comics & Stories and other Dell type funnybooks—and funnybooks as said and meant by parents was one word. Then came Superman CONTINUE READING

a zen fable by fred schrier

I DON’T MUCH LIKE MUCH OF THE ARTWORK that is considered psychedelic that has been done since the ’80s. For me, the perfection of modern psychedelic art loses the kinesthesia of the acid experience and leaves me (and that is me by my “i”-less self living my Zen fable) devoid of any cosmic-consciousness resonance (my term). 1

An exception—and there may be MANY exceptions ODF which CONTINUE READING

with wally wood at the EC fan addict convention

THE EC FAN ADDICT CONVENTION of 1972—the first last only EC Fan Addict Convention—was held on Memorial Day weekend (May 26-28) at the Hotel McAlpin in New York City. I went with the love-of-my-life, Christine Grala, the most beautiful woman in the Big Apple for one weekend! We had a room at the hotel and so were set to have a fabulous, fun-filled, romantic weekend.CONTINUE READING

wally wood and witzend and the pipsqueak papers

BY 1963, I WAS 12-YEARS OLD and had lost interest in comic books in general and superheroes in particular. Then, during the summer of 1964, I spent several weeks at the cabin at Harvey’s Lake owned by my friend Jon May’s parents. It was there that he introduced me to Jack Kirby’s Fantastic Four, Steve Ditko’s Spiderman, Wally Wood’s Daredevil, and everything CONTINUE READING