This week is a little different. I’m going to step aside and let Starlord do the talking:
We here at the Outhouse, as well as our review group, lost a member and to some of us… a friend last week. Around these parts he went by Old Man, but at other sites he was known as Alan Coil. For me, he was simply Lew – my friend. He was a self proclaimed crotchety old man, full of piss and vinegar with a strong opinion on almost anything. Knowing him personally I can tell you that he was and wasn’t all those things. Oh he did have strong opinions and wasn’t afraid to explain them, and to a casual acquaintance he could be misconstrued as a crotchety old man, but if you knew him – he was anything but.
Having been given the privilege of spending many Wednesday afternoons sitting him with at our comic shop I learned two very important things about Old Man. First, he really did not like Brian Michael Bendis at all. Two, he really didn’t care what other people liked or disliked; except it gave him wonderful ammunition to tease the hell out of you.
The last time I got to see Lew was the week after the review group had reviewed the final issue of Blackest Night. In his review he gave the issue a ten and then proclaimed it to be a greater story than "The Watchmen". There were quite a few comments over that one, and Old Man defended his statement to the end. Well, that Wednesday I walked into the back room that was reserved for us comic geeks who gather for the afternoon’s celebration of new comics and I will never forget the look he gave me when I entered the room. His eyes had that mischievous twinkle in them and we didn’t have to say a word to each other; we both just busted out laughing at the same time. When we had finally caught our breath and calmed down a bit while our other friends stared at us like we had lost our mind, Lew said. "I hope Grant Morrison didn’t read that." Another round of laughter that lasted even longer followed.
Other than occasional emails, that was the last time I really got to spend time with Lew. It was also the perfect way to describe exactly the kind of person Old Man was. A jokster with a heart of a gold that he tried desperately to hide, but never could.
This week Mr_Batman had the pick of the week and he chose "I Zombie" #1 from Vertigo. The Outhouse Review Group would like to dedicate this week’s article to our Old Man who always gave us some of the most interesting, funny, and entertaining reviews. You will always be missed never forgotten and Blackest Night will always be greater literature than "The Watchmen"… Grant Morrison be damned. We’ll see you on the other side my friend.
I, Zombie #1
Written by CHRIS ROBERSON
Art and cover by MICHAEL ALLRED
Gwen Dylan is a gravedigger in an eco-friendly cemetery…and a zombie detective. Once a month, she has to eat a human brain – both to keep from going all "Night of the Living Dead," and to keep her own memories intact. As a result, Gwen’s mind is crowded with the dead person’s thoughts. And lately, she feels compelled to fulfill their final requests. Torn between a mysterious mummy and a dashing young monster-hunter, Gwen is set for adventures beyond imagination! A were-terrier, a swinging ’60s ghost and a pack of paintball blasting vampires complete the cast of I, ZOMBIE.
Written by World Fantasy Award finalist Chris Roberson (CINDERELLA: FROM FABLETOWN WITH LOVE) with art by Eisner Award-winning superstar artist Michael Allred (X-Statix, Madman), I, ZOMBIE is a monster of a tale with razor-sharp prose and powerful pop artistry.
Don’t miss this special debut issue launching Vertigo’s next monster hit, priced at just $1.00!
Vertigo | 32pg. | Color | $1.00 US | Mature Readers
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Posted originally: 2010-05-05 08:56:03