At A Loss...

Okay, so, I was thinking. I'm probably neglecting my duties as a feminist comics blogger. There are two relatively new series out right now, written by women (well, co-written in one case), with female protagonists, specifically intended to draw in female readers. And I haven't really (aside from a rant about language) given my impression on either of them.

For the record, I like White Tiger a lot. The language issues bother me, but in general I think Ms. Pierce and Mr. Liebe have an interesting story and character here. I'm not immediately captured, but I'm interested enough to more likely than not purchase the next issue.

As to the other comic, well, to be honest I hadn't read it. I'm not particularly fond of vampire glam-horror in general or Ms. Hamilton's work in particular, so I had the distinct feeling that the Anita Blake series wouldn't work for me. But the other day at the comic shop, I was starting to feel a little guilty about that. I've liked comic adaptations without being terribly fond of the work they're based off of before. Sometimes the synthesis of good art and judicious pruning by the adaptor can really work. (See: The Babysitters Club, for example)

So I cracked open an issue...

Um...Well...It's not a very good series, is it...

Seriously, I'm at a loss for words. It's just...incredibly...not good.

Perhaps I'll let expressions speak louder than words:



Thank you, Anita.

(Picture swiped from this guy. Thanks.)