The first graphic novel I read (after my first inauguration with Batman’s Scarecrow Tales) was Neil Gaiman’s stunningly poignant tale “Death: The High Cost of Living”. This book really changed everything I’d initially thought about comics and what they were. After reading Death, the realisation hit me that comics could be – as I said before – incredibly poignant and touching, but also something else; something other than just dudes running around in superhero costumes.
Neil Gaiman is one of my absolute favourite writers of all time – I adore him. His literary skills capture and describe human emotion from a deep, poetic standpoint. I love graphic novels like Death; ones which offer hidden moral and life lessons to the reader – unusually uplifting, reassuring stories hidden within the story.
Reading Gaiman was, for me, like the first time I listened to Morrissey. The effortlessly flawless use of similes, analogies, metaphors, poetic writing. Death as a sixteen year old girl. But it’s really much deeper than simply that. Read it. You’ll see what I mean.
On the subject of Morrissey and comics… Can we all just take a minute to think about how fucking awesome it’d be if Moz delved into the world of comics? His stuff would (I imagine) be as eloquently well-written as Mr. Gaiman’s work for sure – but much more reality-based, bleak, depressing, petulant ramblings based on human hopelessness and existential fears. Life; basically. I’d still buy that shit though. Wouldn’t you?