i remember a couple of years back seeing that Civil War cover, The Death of Captain America. i was oddly struck by it. i wasn't an avengers fan or anything. if, at all, anything, my marvel knowledge was confined to scott summers.
i started reading these "graphic novels" after i finished a couple of neil's works. anansi boys drove me to sandman. finishing that led me to the watchmen and eventually to fables. discovering that this format could be worth the read was incredible to me. this was a childhood past time, not a hobby. but the majesty of dream's procession, ozymandias and the tragedy of the frog prince, led me to conclusion that this wasn't just for a bunch of nerds. it was for anyone who had a heart.
going back to my roots, i went for everyting remotely connected to scott. but i knew i had to go back to Civil War. i don't know why, but it meant something to me. probably because, with the exception of prue halliwell, no one in my fictional universe has ever really died. two-three years later, after various various infinity sagas and lusting for norrin radd (and tearing up at his death), i've finally finished Civil War.
my sister knows how i've struggled with this collection. i started reading it more than a year ago. each issue brought up someting in me. a growing love for peter, some form of understanding with tony and a respect for steve. and if i hadn't sounded fan-girl-y enough, extreme lust and a renewed sense of allegiance to scott. which is just weird. each full page panel would make me stop. because almost all of those panels had the heroes fighting. doing something terrible to each other.
SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEECH
that is what i hear every time those god forsaken writers quote from something or someone in our universe, be it an entire paragraph from churchill or some anecdote about the nazis or even bonnie walker black label. it just seems so off and so... i don't understand why a writer would dedicate 2 pages worth of panels to a verbatim recollection of mark twain's words. i never ever, scratch that, i despise, no, i loathe to an extreme extent when dialogues are prefaced with, as so-and-so said. i'm like, one, you think i'm dumb that i don't know some guy's famous words; two, if you don't want to be accused of plagiarism, fucking paraphrase. my point is, it's not the words that make up the sentiment. if you've properly drawn your parallels, you don't have to draw the perpendiculars to prove that the angles are right. and then there are these stupid meta stuff like sally floyd's talking down to the cap. as if, bitch.
that makes me want to go into this rant about the registration and how sally floyd's points were all stupid and silly and selfish and one-sided but i won't go into it. cuz it never should've happened. cuz this is my biggest problem with these "graphic novels". they make it out like it's this huge ass fucking thing that will change the fucking universe and then at the end, they cop out. they set us up with things come from beyond the universe and they give us fucking insects with an ending of... a failsafe? how the fuck can you invest over and over again in stories like that when it could just end with a oh-but-this-character-can-do-this-out-of-the-fucking-blue? when one can just say CAP QUIT.
WTF
(that's why ozy rocks ten ways from sunday)
then they kill Cap.
and being a wuss, i cried. it was peter, more than anyone. and hawkeye, too. it wasn't a huge cry. but there were tears.
same cry i did when derek finally proposed! omg i love patrick dempsey so much. also, cristina could not sleep. i teared up a bit for that too.
so that's it. i'm just taking a breather and then i'm starting with House of M. TA-DAH. yes, i'm reading them out of order. how stupid am i.