I think the best science fiction is unforgiving. Or just un-giving; it gives you nothing. It drops you into a future, or a past (sometimes you cannot even tell which) or a present which is so future-like or past-like or merely strange that it has become unrecognizable and it provides no maps or glossaries or dramatis personae to refer to.

The narrator in this situation is much smarter than you. Street smarts, because this is their world, and why would they stop what they’re doing to explain the inner workings of this world to you, an interloper, a casual reader who after all is only stopping by.

Perhaps the most extreme example of this is in the Books of the New Sun by Gene Wolfe. Wolfe invents an entirely new vocabulary (borrowed entirely from now-forgotten middle and early modern English) for his world, which is the first thing one is left confused by, but it is the narrator, the diabolical and certainly unreliable Severian who really twists the knife, who toys with the reader, unspooling endless lies, concealing the terrifying truth in layers of half-truth; half-truth being twice again as baffling as no truth at all.

Wolfe’s novel is one of the far future written as if it takes place in the long-forgotten past; hard science fiction dressed as high fantasy, a world in which swords are lasers and ancients are aliens. In William Gibson’s The Peripheral, the near future is the deep past, the far future is still the far future, and both are very much the present. And Mr. Gibson isn’t much concerned if you, gentle reader, cannot keep up.

I recall being perplexed and more than a little lost in Gibson’s incantations before. Even his most famous work, Neuromancer, is far more densely woven than its pulpy title and reputation suggest. In the case of the Peripheral, it took me hundreds of pages to feel like I had some semblance of a handle on what was going on, which I think was very much the point. I had been staring at a literary Magic Eye; nothing but empty signifiers, nothing but static lines, but when the picture finally came clear, in was in stunning Three-Dee.


In the future the world is shit. Flynne lives in an exurban waste land where fun is drones, guns, and artificial meat, and work is drones, guns, and artifical meth. She gets a sweet gig playing videogames for pay, and then everything goes to hell when she sees something that perhaps she shouldn’t have.


In the future the world is really shit. Wilf lives in a London disassembled and reassembled by nanotech, totally depopulated by a series of little apocalypses, and currently ruled by asinine kleptocrats with a fondness for Victorian opulence and weaponized everything.


Wilf lives in Flynne’s future until he doesn’t, because Wilf and his friends have, on a lark, decided to go and change the past. Now Flynne lives in an alternate history over which the aristocrats of a now-altered future have an unsettling degree of control. Physical time travel is impossible, but information flows freely in both directions. Some clever 3D printing and telepresence technology allows Flynne to travel to the future-that-is-not-her-future by inhabiting a Peripheral.


Things get considerably more complicated from there.


Besides the sense of total disorientation in the first two hundred pages reminding me more than a little of Wolfe’s Shadow of the Torturer, the unnverving realism of the time travel mechanics in The Peripheralreminded me of another un-giving scifi masterpiece: Shane Carruth’s Primer. In Primer, the audience is given little help in unraveling the numerous potential timelines that begin to unspool the first time Abe turns on the time machine. Carruth’s unmvoing camera is a constant reminder of how much we are not seeing. And the overall sense of unknown (even moreso, the unknowable) is shared diagetically by Aaron and Abe, who quickly realize that though they can discreetly alter the past, they can sufficiently foresee the butterfly effects this causes in their own present and immediate future. It finally dawns on them that they have changed things too much and can never go ‘back to the future,’ so to speak.

In The Peripheral, by contrast, radically changing both the present and the future is not such a bad thing. Just as he did in his recent trilogy of present-tense science fictions (Pattern Recognition, Spook Country, and Zero History), Gibson here uses the useful psychological distance of genre fiction to examine the dystopia that we already inhabit: radical inequality, mega-corporations, environmental catastrophe, abandonment of military veterans, pacification of the citizenship through technology, surveillance societies, the explotation of the third world, and the third-worldification of just about everything — these are all facets of our own lives in 2015, and Gibson merely does us the favor of holding up a funhouse mirror, a mirror that amplifies our flaws but does not, it must be said, fundamentally misrepresent them.

Gibson’s protagonist Flynne has the advantage of being able to really travel to an even more horrible future, which inspires her to try to make real changes in her own timeline. Barring a sudden radical change in our understanding of temporal physics, the best we can do in our own fractious timeline is to travel to the imaginary dystopias shown to us by visionaires like Gibson — one hopes there are some close-readers out there for whom that glimpse at one possible set of outcomes is enough. If not, I’ll see you in a few years at the nubbins counter at Hefty Mart. I’ll be the one cradling a 3D-fabbed smartweapon and distrusting everything.

End Of Year Pull List

I don’t think I have it in me to do any year end Best-Of lists this year. I didn’t read enough comics in 2014 to really feel like I am qualified to survey the landscape of material and pick out what was really good. I loved Twelve Gems, Battling Boy, and Seconds. I didn’t read any serious comics at all, unless you count mini-comics, which I take kind of seriously. In which case the best one was…that Noah van Sciver one? Did the Lizard Laughed even come out this year?

Rather than create a subjective list of comics that I think are better than other comics, I have created an objective list of comics I actually read on a monthly basis. I doubt this represents the best of what is on the shelves at your local shop. It doesn’t include a single DC comic, because I’m just fed up with those, and I don’t think there are any comics from publishers other than Marvel and Image. For reasons known only to my compulsive lizard brain, I used to try to be “fair” with my pull list and get something from every publisher I could. Now I don’t really care so I just buy the comics every week that I want to read, and Image happens to publish most of them. Did my consumer demand direct Image’s editorial choices, or was my weak soul destroyed and then reformed by Image’s sly marketing? I think I know the tragic answer.

Without further ado, these are the books I’m reading as of December 2014, in no order other than the order they were on my coffee table:

Saga – I think the drug-addled space wrestler storyline this year really pushed this title into overdrive.

All New Ghost Rider – The only comic that made me cry this year.

Secret Avengers – Avengers + Spy Stuff + Literary Allusion = Catnip for my Brain

Zero = The best looking comic almost every month, even though it is illustrated by a different person every time.

Tooth and Claw – Added to my pull list after one issue, because FLOATING CITIES FULL OF ANIMALS WHO ARE WIZARDS. And Kurt Busiek.

Stray Bullets – The Killers miniseries reminded me of a Harmony Korinne movie crossed with a Paul Thomas Anderson movie crossed with a Tarantino movie but significantly more fucked up.

Silver Surfer – If Whimsy were a vitamin, Allred and Slott’s Silver Surfer would be 800% of your recommended daily allowance.

Captain Marvel – Now that Guardians of the Galaxy is mostly an advertisement for itself, this is the best choice for fans of the cosmic side of the Marvel Universe.

Unreasonable comics fans: so Thor’s a girl now?
Normal people: Yeah Thor’s a woman now. She picked up the hammer and…GO.
Unreasonable comics fans: does she kick as much as the dude Thor?
Normal people: So far she is kicking more ass than the last Thor. You get that whoever has the hammer just is Thor so it doesn’t matter if it is a man or a woman, right?
Unreasonable comics fans: So, is it like, sexy Thor?
Normal people: *rage blackout*

The Wicked + The Divine – How early is too early in a career to remix one’s own body of work? Let’s use the Bob Dylan rule and see…he was like 14 or something when he ‘went electric’ and changed the game so…yup, checks out, McKelvie and Gillen are totally allowed to sample their own ideas from a few years ago and blow them up all super-sized and make a comic that is as much about Miley Cyrus as it is about the true nature of the human soul.

Rat Queens – Roc Upchurch draws the coolest characters in comics. Please read this book and fall in love with sword and sorcery medieval high fantasy all over again.

Manifest Destiny – for the history nerd in all of us.

Iron Fist: The Living Weapon – This is both a perfect adaptation of Mortal Kombat into comic book form and possibly the most personal Iron Fist story ever told. Very winning.

Fall TV Report Card

The most important holiday on the capitalist-utopia calendar, Cyber Monday, has come and gone, and that can only mean one thing:  most of the fall TV shows are either on hiatus, about to be on hiatus, or already cancelled.  That means I finally have chance to catch up on a bunch of hour-long serialized dramas, because that’s definitely how I should be spending my precious few hours between sleep and toil every day.   Here are my very scientific findings:

I watched the series premiere of this, and quickly fell asleep trying to watch the second episode.  I am not a die hard fan of the Hellblazer comics (although I have a fat stack of ‘Blazer trade paperbacks I picked up in sort-of anticipation of this program and have yet to read), so I can only evaluate it on its own merits and not on how it stacks up vs. the Vertigo series.  My conclusion: this is a pile of hot garbage!  It does have a lot of pretty awesome special effects, and the pilot had one or two decent ‘scares,’ but hardly enough to sustain my attention.  And I wasn’t alone — as of this writing, NBC has suspended production on the series, which is not quite an outright cancellation but it’s certainly a sign things are on life support. GRADE: D-
Arrow hit some real peaks last season, with the interwoven story of Oliver’s escape from the island and his confrontation with Deathstroke in Starling City delivering the series’ most satisfying and ambitious arc to date.  By comparison, season three is so far floundering.  ‘Five years ago’ timeline Oliver is now off the island and working for Amanda Waller in Hong Kong, which means there is very little drama left in the flashback sequences.  All we wanted to know for most of seasons one and two was how Ollie would escape the island — now that that has been resolved, it seems like there is no tension left and really no reason to chart the rest of Oliver’s journey back to Starling City.  In the main, present-tense storyline, there are several promising threads unraveling:  Roy Harper has developed into a full-fledged sidekick, even adopting the Arsenal moniker, but continues to struggle with the after effects of the mirakuru experimental drug, which puts Oliver in the position of becoming more and more of a father figure for Roy even as the latter gains even more self-confidence.  Oliver’s sister Thea has returned to the city, ostensibly to reopen her nightclub, but in reality she’s developed ninja techniques and is working in cahoots with Malcolm Merlin, the Big Bad from season one, back (of course) from the dead.  And, in the most delightful but underutilized plot device of all, Queen Consolidated is in the process of being absorbed by billionaire super-genius Ray Palmer (aka, The Atom), played by failed-Superman Brandon Routh.  For existing fans of the show, this season still has the enjoyable characters and relationship dynamics (Oliver-Felicity-The Atom love triangle, anyone?) to obsess over, but plotwise, it really seems to be spinning its wheels.  Of course, with the 20+ episode seasons of all of these comic book inspired shows, it’s no surprise that the first halves of seasons are usually full of filler.  GRADE: B-
The Flash
What do you love about classic Flash comic books?  Is it the affable, nerdy, do-gooder attitude of Barry Allen, one of comics’ most beloved heroes?  Is it the crime-solving and detective work inherent in Allen’s secret identity as a forensic scientist?  Is it the Flash Facts, little bits of science (or pseudo-science) frequently thrown in to explain the Flash and supporting characters’ remarkable powers and gadgets?  Is it the somewhat goofy lineup of rogues such as Captain Cold, Mirror Master, and Gorilla Grodd?  Is the sheer joy of imagining all of the things you could do with superspeed, undoubtedly one of the most excellent of the classic comic book superpowers?  If you answered All of the Above, you should probably just go ahead and watch the Flash because it captures the vibe of the comics upon which it is based better than any comic-to-TV adaptation I can think of.  GRADE: A-
How To Get Away With Murder
Superstar defense attorney Annalise Keating removes her many layers of makeup and her wig, turns to her husband, and utters the phrase that reverberated around the world: “Why is your penis on a dead girl’s phone?”  That was the stinger at the end of one of this show’s early episodes, and it was the moment that solidified the show as yet another obsession-worthy Shonda Rhimes Special.  Just as Kerry Washington’s white hot charisma powers Scandal, much of the joy of HTGAWM comes from simply basking in the intensity of Viola Davis as she rips students to shreds, blows the tops off of courtrooms, and frequently displays heartbreaking vulnerability.  For me, an even bigger pleasure comes from watching the sexcapades of Keating’s very young, very hot, super diverse, and full-on hilarious team of junior associates.  If you like backstabbing, double-speak, network television’s most explicit boy-on-boy action, and this haircut:
you will love the hell out of this show.  GRADE: A+
I love the comic strip Garfield minus Garfield.  By removing the fat orange cat from the strip entirely, and leaving John Arbuckle alone to contemplate his meager existence, Garfield minus Garfield creates something entirely new through the art of omission.  It takes something mildly funny and recasts it as something profoundly dark.  Gotham, which could just as easily be called Batman minus Batman, does the opposite and recasts something profoundly dark as something *very* mildly funny.  This is a tune-in-every-once-in-awhile-if-the-episode-title-seems-promising kind of show.  Recommended for fans of Batman: Forever.  GRADE: C-
This season just makes me want to toss off my all-white winter wardrobe
 Scandal -- Screengrab from exclusive EW.com clip.
curl up on the couch with some fried chicken in my Uggs
sip on a nice, modestly sized glass of wine
and watch it over and over and over because there’s a decent chance that this is the best season of Scandal yet.  GRADE: A
Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D
This series received an injection of buzz and fresh ideas when Captain America: Winter Soldier came out in the middle of its first season and completely changed the show’s status quo.  Suddenly a show about a lame bunch of do-gooder government flacks became a show about betrayal, secrets, and life on the lam.  As the second series has begun to pick up speed, it seems like Agents is failing to take advantage of the excitement and tension inherent in the Hydra storyline.  Coulson’s crew are already back on the right side of the law, with access to seemingly unlimited resources — not excitedly the underdog scenario that was promised in season one’s final episodes.  The one saving grace of this season has been the action sequences.  The fight choreography and special effects this season have been pristine — too bad you generally have to wade through 30-40 minutes of blah storytelling to get to them.  GRADE: C+
Brooklyn 99
 The funniest traditional sitcom currently on TV — in fact, maybe the only funny traditional sitcom currently on TV.  Immature gross out humor, a cast in which ‘competent white males’ take a backseat to actually competent women and men of color, genuinely lovable and delightfully flawed characters, and this face on a weekly basis:

Saturday Night Live
This has been a season full of lame hosts and totally lacking in breakout stars among the cast.  Michael Che and Leslie Jones have been delightful but underused.  Pete Davidson seems promising but has yet to develop any memorable characters — besides himself on Weekend Update.  It seems like Kate McKinnon and Taran Killam are keeping the show afloat most nights with their broad repertoires, but they’re so overused that it’s just starting to seem like schtick.  The best parts about this season have been Kyle Mooney’s weird little segments and digital shorts — he’s the one writer/player who seems to have a distinct voice at this point – and the last run of musical guests.  Prince, Kendrick Lamar, and Bruno Mars/Mark Ronson/Mystikal brought the house down over the last few weeks.

Marvel comics are filled with strange words and phrases: negative zone, infinity gem, cosmic cube, Shi’ar, Kree, K’un L’un, Genosha, vibranium, Immortus — but a few words I never expected to see in a Marvel comic were Tlön, Uqbar, and Orbis Tertius.

They’ve been cropping up a lot lately in Ales Kot’s Secret Avengers, appearing for the first time in issue #6. Afficionados of Latin American literature might recognize these three nonsense words as the title of a 1941 short story by Argentine master (and my personal favorite author) Jorge Luis Borges. “Tlön, Uqbar, Orbis Tertius,” like many of Borges’ greatest stories, combines literary criticism and fantasy fiction in a format that is as rigorous as it is imaginative. The story is narrated by Borges himself and features other real-life 20th century literary figures such as Bioy Casares¹. It concerns the discovery of an encyclopedia which is otherwise sound but includes an entry about Uqbar, a province in Asia Minor with a rich and detailed history that also happens not to exist.

“The literature of Uqbar,” we are told “was a literature of fantasy…its epics and legends never referred to reality but rather to the two imaginary realms of Mlejnas and Tlön.” Thus Borges glimpses the edges of a centuries long conspiracy which culminated in a massive effort by a group of linguists, scientists, writers, cartographers, and eccentrics to imagine, in its vast breadth and minute detail, the fictional world of Tlön:

“I now hold in my hands a vast and systematic fragment of the entire history of an unknown planet, with its architectures and playing cards, the horror of its mythologies and the murmur of its tongues, its emperors and its seas, its minerals and its birds and fishes, its algebra and its fire, its theological and metaphysical controversies — all joined, articulated, coherent, and with no visible doctrinal purpose or hint of parody.”


“Who, singular or plural, invented Tlön? The plural is, I suppose, inevitable, since the hypothesis of a single inventor — some infinite Leibniz working in obscurity and self-effacement — has been unanimously discarded. It is conjectured that this ‘brave new world’ is the work of a secret society…”

How does this all tie back to comics? When this story first appeared in 1941, the idea of a team of slightly mad individuals devoting their lives to rendering every detail of a fictional universe probably seemed far-fetched. By the time the first English translation appeared 20 years later, Stan Lee and Jack Kirby were about to embark on just such a task with Fantastic Four #1, the first entry in what would become one of the most elaborate and fully-realized fictions of all-time: the Marvel Universe.

Comics fans often hear that the decades of complex continuity inherent in properties such as Spider-Man, X-Men, and Batman are intimidating to new readers and keep the superhero comics genre from growing.  But it is the long term commitment to world building that actually defines the genre.  Marvel and DC comics are not the best comics on the shelves, with rare exceptions (like Kot’s SA, natch) they are not artful examples of the potential of sequential art.  But a Marvel comic offers something that a Chris Ware or Joe Matt comic cannot:  50+ years of history, collectively constructed by hundreds of writers and artists and millions of fans.   Continuity is not what hinders corporate comics — it is actually the one thing that makes them unique and wonderful.

Realizing this, the most successful writers of such comics over the last decade have been those who have engaged with continuity as the defining feature of superhero comics.  Grant Morrison and Geoff Johns stand out as the two writers who have made the biggest recent impact on corporate superhero comics by actively engaging with the long history of DC comics, untangling and retangling the insane histories of Superman, the Flash and the Justice Society, retroactively altering history just like the magical hronir in Borges’ story.

Many of Borges’ stories end on a dark, or at least foreboding note, and “Tlön” is no exception.  In the postscript to the story (which is dated 1947, even though it was published along with the original story in ’41), JLB discusses how the discovery of the complete cyclopaedia of Tlön has rapidly remade the world.  Fictitious history has replaced the real — a scenario which does not seem so far-fetched.  It is not unlike Baudrillard’s state of hyper-reality, a world in which in reference to pop culture has become the dominant, and perhaps only, relevant form of communication.  Behind all of that slash fic, those reaction gifs, those cosplays, is it possible that we are all actually losing touch with reality, replacing it with a new one sewn wholecloth from imagination? Or, to put it another way, “Shaka, when the walls fell?”


¹ Borges and Casares engage in “A vast debate over the way one might go about composing a first-person novel whose narrator would omit or distort things and engage in all sorts of contradictions, so that a few of the book’s readers — a very few — might divine the horrifying and banal truth.” This is just the strategy later employed by late-postmodernist authors such as Paul Auster and Gene Wolfe, writers reared on the continental literary theory which was largely inspired by Borges himself. Of course, this excerpt is not only a suggestion to future generations of writers, but to future generations of readers, who may begin to question everything they are told by “Jorge Luis Borges,” the narrator of “Tlon, Uqbar, Orbis Tertius.”

Huuuuuuge bummer: I got on Spotify looking for some Sick Beatz to rock to only to find that the Sickest Beat of all, “Shake it Off” by TaySwift™ had been unceremoniously removed.  Boo to that Taylor, even if it did lead to your album becoming the first Platinum-seller of 2014.  Which is kind of a next level boss move when you think about it.  Lil’ Wayne should probably be calling Taylor Swift about signing with YMCMB.  Friends close/enemies closer, ya’ hear?  I guess I’ll save 1989 for another time, but for now, I’ll just drop some Swiftamine and run down some of the best new(ish) tracks:

Snootie Wild ft. Yo Gotti “Yayo”

I realize this one is like six months old, but I basically live for youtube comments like this:

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Rae Sremmurd “No Flex Zone”

I can appreciate a music video that takes the concept of the song very literally.  Case in point: Rae Sremmurd’s video for “No Flex Zone” features the pair of juvenile rappers roaming around Atlanta surrounded by a glowing force field, the physical embodiment of the No Flex Zone that is already implied by the duo’s non-flexing attitude.

Mike Will Made it ft. Miley, Juicy-J and Wiz Khalifa “23”

Miley definitely looks great rocking all throwback Bulls gear, as does everyone else in this video.  I once ate a 23 ingredient chopped salad, a 23oz bone-in prime strip steak, and a 23 layer chocolate cake at Michael Jordan’s Steakhouse in downtown Chicago.  I truly wish this song had been released then so I could blast it like Mike Will in this video, providing the perfect soundtrack for celebrating the legacy of America’s greatest athlete with the most unnecessarily expensive baller meal possible.


A note on shoe game: Miley’s Wolf Grey Jordan 5’s are pretty sleek, but nothing compared to the two rare pairs Juicy J references in his verse:  The black and red XII’s worn during Game 5 of the 1997 Finals (when Jordan laid 38 points on Karl Malone’s Jazz despite having either the flu or food poisoning from bad Salt Lake City pizza, depending on who you ask) and the XI’s with the black leather upper worn in the movie Space Jam.   Further proof that Juicy J is on a Whole Other Level: XII plus XI is…23.


Ilovemakonnen ft. Drake “Tuesday (Remix)”

This one is for all my industry heads out there who  “Ain’t got no time/to party on the weekend.”  Anybody who’s worked in the biz knows that Tuesday night is the best possible night to go out — not totally dead like a Sunday or Monday but not full of yuppies and suburbanites like Thurs-Saturday.  Got the club goin’ up on a Tuesday, indeed.

This song contrasts nicely with Ilovemakkonen’s other popular track, “I Don’t Sell Molly No More,” because it is all about how he very much does sell Molly, and all manner of other illicit substances.  Makkonen’s own verse is interesting for the detail it provides about his drug dealing workweek, which involves Monday nights (when one can earn “at least $3,000 on the boulevard”) and “graveyard shifts every other weekend.”  Seems like a lot of free time, but don’t forget the travel: Makkonen points out that he has been “going out of state,” which is explicitly forbidden by his parole officer, who “think [he’s] in the house.”  Luckily, Makkonen does not “give a damn ’bout what she thinks.”

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Ms. Marvel Volume One by G. Willow Wilson and Adrian Alphona.  Marvel Comics (Disney), 2014.

Muslims are portrayed in American popular media all the time.  Any action and intrigue fueled show or movie, especially any with a hint of the spy or military subgenres mixed in, probably has a ton of Muslim characters.  They will be men, usually dark of skin, almost always mustachioed, often heard yelling or ululating while firing assault weapons, and always, always, the bad guys.  Sometimes they are explicitly identified as Muslim, sometimes it is only strongly implied.  But the association is pretty clear, from Homeland to 24 to Iron Man to Person of Interest:  Muslims are Bad Guys.

Pretty big bummer if you’re a teenage Pakistani girl living in suburban New Jersey, and all you really want is to fit in at school without abandoning your culture or offending your parents (too much).

And that’s exactly the situation Kamala Khan finds herself in at the beginning of Ms. Marvel, the Marvel series by G. Willow Wilson and Adrian Alphona that debuted earlier this year.  In the very first pages of the book, Khan is confronted by ignorance and prejudice of the most irritating variety — people who treat her as a token Muslim, and assume that the few little factoids they know about Islam apply to every adherent, and people who ‘concern troll’ her because they assume that as a Muslim woman, she must be horribly oppressed.  Khan is trapped between a bunch of white people who want to exoticize her and a cadre of more strict Muslims who think she has become too Americanized.  Like many a Marvel comics superhero before her, she seemingly can’t catch a break.

G. Willow Wilson is the perfect person to write a character like this, because like Kamala Khan, she does not easily fit a stereotype.  She is a proud Muslim woman — a proud Muslim white woman from New England who converted to the faith in her college years.  She lived in Egypt and wrote incisive journalism about the Middle East for outlets like The Atlantic Montly before venturing into comics with acclaimed series like Cairo and Air.  She recently won the World Fantasy Award for best novel with her debut, Alif the Unseen, a recasting of both Hackers and 1,001 Nights in the context of the Arab Spring.

Throughout her work, Wilson has been concerned with portraying the beautiful diversity that exists within the global Islamic community.  After all, the Muslim world today extends from suburban Detroit to Morocco to Somalia to Albania to the Levant to Iran to Bangladesh to Indonesia, a billion unique voices spread around the globe.   It is absolutely refreshing to open one of Wilson’s comics and see a world in which Islam is not a monoculture.  Often times American politicans or people in the media pay lip-service to the idea that Islamic Fundamentalists do not speak for all Muslims just as Christian Fundamentalists don’t speak for all Christians.  But Wilson actually digs in and shows that reality on every page:  here are the debates about faith and assimilation which exist within Muslim families, here are the class and race divisions that exist on the Arabian Peninsula just as much as in the US or Europe, here are the reasons some women choose to wear the hijab and some don’t, here are young people being both young and people regardless of the color of their skin or their family’s religion.

Besides Wilson’s empathetic and revelatory storytelling, Ms. Marvel features dreamlike art by Adrian Alphona, who previously co-created Runaways with Brian K. Vaughan.  Readers of Runaways will remember Alphona’s tight, animation influenced style and his ability to create unique, expressive characters without relying on costumes and special effects to set them apart.  This is a wonderful resource on Ms. Marvel, where the supporting cast of non-superheroes, and the non-superhero part of Kamala’s life, are really the focus of the story.  Along with Ghost Rider, which does a similarly wonderful job of portraying the rich multi-culture of East L.A., Ms. Marvel has quickly become my favorite Marvel series, and one of the reasons I still read superhero comics at all.

I was just going to eat this medical cannabis peanut butter bar and catch up on Gotham (it’s not good, which is fine by me, a connoisseur of ‘meh’ television), but when I signed into Hulu I was greeted with an AVENGERS TRAILER, and now I feel that it would be irresponsible for me (a connoisseur of ‘meh’ internet punditry) not to provide some Hot’n’Ready Takes:

  • No Vision, which is absolutely bogus, I swear somewhere in the rumorsphere we were promised Vision, my favorite-ever Avenger and, obvy, a shoe-in for key player in any Ultron-centric tale.
  • No Hank Pym either, as far as I saw. Is Ant-Man Hank Pym in that Ant-Man movie no one wants to see (prediction: it will be six times bigger than Guardians of the Galaxy, another “no one wants to see that!?” film). If there’s no Hank Pym, who invented Ultron? More importantly, if there’s no Hank Pym, who’s dating Janet van Dyne, aka the Wasp?
  • Did you know that the Wasp and Havok (that would be Cylcop’s little brother, who shoots his super-eye beams out of his nipples instead of his eyes) had a child together, who they raised for five years, until those five years were wiped from reality in order to preserve the greater good, or some-such? Kind of like that episode of Star Trek when Picard lives out a whole lifetime on some idyllic vineyard planet with Margot Rose. See kids, that’s the kind of original, but still ripped off from Star Trek, storytelling that you’re missing if you’re not also reading the comics.
  • Wouldn’t it be hilarious if the Wasp’s super-powers were to always be wearing tennis whites and firing the maid for stealing petty cash even though you know it was probably the twins, Chip and Brad, when they were home from Choate last weekend? But no, her superpowers are actually based on the insect, not the awesome/horrible people who invented gin and tonics at five o’clock.
  • What the trailer DOES have is Hulk Buster armor. APPROVE.
  • It also has Mark Gruffalo looking hecka emo. Someone give Dr. Banner a hug please? Maybe he’s angry because everyone acts all tense and scared around him all the time. Like, could someone please throw this guy a bone? Although it would suck if he Hulked out mid-coitus.
  • Oh. My. God. Thor dropped his hammer ON THE GROUND. Shit is serious, ya’ll.
  • Why are these all these B-roll clips of ballet dancers thrown in here? It’s like a 90 second trailer for a superhero action movie. How could anyone think three seconds of out of context ballerina shots are a good use of that limited time?
  • We are dangerously close to approaching peak Spader. *sigh* I miss Boston Legal. That will always be MY peak Spader.

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