Alright,
I’ll confess… as a young man I never really appreciated the work
of Bill Everett. Sure I respected the fact that he had created one of
my favorite characters (i.e. the Submariner) but in a sea of talents
alongside Kirby, Ditko, Colan, and Kane he came off to me as simply
sort of okay. His work seemed merely serviceable to my immature eyes,
no better or worse than Werner Roth or Don Heck. Part of my reaction
can be blamed on the fact that I was totally infatuated with modern
comic book storytelling and the “old stuff” came to be devalued
from this sensibility. It took me an awful long time before I came
around to truly understand the delights afforded by the medium in the
Golden Age and when I finally reexamined Bill’s catalog I was blown
away. Today I count Everett among my 10 favorite cartoonists and I
regret that I didn’t catch on much, much sooner.
My
blogpost for today is a primo example of Bill in his prime. It’s
culled from LOVE DIARY issue 9 from 1950.
Pat
Pat
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