I have a problem. My wish list never gets shorter. I buy a bunch of back issues- maybe a complete run from eBay or an assortment of odds & ends from mycomicshop.com- and soon my wish list is just as long as it was before the purchase.
I guess the real problem is that I like comics. I like a lot of comics. And I like a lot of different comics. I like the comics that come from my childhood and give me that warm nostalgic feeling inside, like drinking hot chocolate. I like the comics that came out when I was entering adulthood and discovering so many new things about life, music and well, comics. I like the comics that are coming out right now and I can’t keep up with all of them. And I like to read the classics that were published before I was born, especially the ones that stand up against the test of time. With so many great and interesting comics over the years, it’s no wonder that my wish list is extensive.
Another part of the problem is that I’m easily susceptible to suggestion. I admit it. When I see an ad on TV for pizza, I get a craving for pepperoni and cheese. I hear a song on the radio, I want to go home and play the album. I can’t be coerced into wanting something I don’t like. But I can be reminded of an interest and have it reignited.
was getting back into comics. I had a lot of fun re-reading my favorite issues.
And I enjoyed the work of some of the creative teams that came along after I had dropped the series. However, as I flipped through each issue, I was rem
inded of other series that caught my eye at the time but that, for one reason or another, I hadn’t followed regularly. My interest was rekindled in cool, late ‘90s series, like Heroes for Hire by John Ostrander and Pascual Ferry.
I remembered that I wanted to finish my collection of Ka-Zar by Mark Waid and Andy Kubert. And my interest was sparked in titles I had ignored back then, like Maverick (was that Jimmy Cheung before he became a superstar!?). I completed one series only to be inspired to pick up three others.
That’s not an isolated incident either. Last year, I also bought a complete run of Firestorm. I loved Firestorm when I was a little kid but I didn’t have that many of the comics. It was a blast to buy them, and an even bigger thrill to read them. That feeling was so good that I wondered if I could recapture it. Maybe I could buy another complete run of something like Master of Kung Fu. Maybe I could complete my collection of another fun ’80s series like Infinity Inc., Legion of Superheroes or Spectacular Spider-Man. Maybe I simply needed to buy more Firestorm- my collection of the Jason Rusch run is woefully incomplete. See, my wish list never gets shorter! Every purchase piques my interest in something else.
I suppose there is a bright side. For one thing, it means I always have something to look forward to. Honestly, the anticipation is part of the fun. I take pleasure in the pursuit of new comics- or older comics that will be new to me. It’s fun to go to a comic shop and flip through back issue bins. It’s fun to fill out an order and have it arrive in the mail.
It also means that I always have something that I’m interested in. I don’t get bored of comics. Not in general. I may become disinterested in a specific series but not in the format, not in the medium. It’s good to be re-inspired from time to time. It’s good to be reminded how much interesting stuff is out there.
I also don’t fear the much-predicted end of comics. If Marvel and DC and everybody else went bankrupt, I’d be fine. Sure, I’d miss new comics. And I’d miss going to the store every couple of weeks. But there are so many back issues to buy- so many series I’ve never even read- that I’d be able to keep going for a long time.
I guess the best part is that I always have a nice pile of comic books or trade paperbacks on the shelf. I always have something to read, something to enjoy, something to love.
My wish list never gets shorter. Although that’s occasionally aggravating, it’s actually a very, very good thing.
Ps. My Netflix queue never gets any shorter either.
Pps. Don’t tell anacoqui. She’ll just roll her eyes at me.