Welcome, and thank you for joining me as we write another chapter in this history of the Bronze Age!
Roll Call (You can see everything published this month HERE)
- Action Comics #389
- Aquaman #51
- Batman #222
- Detective Comics #400
- The Flash #198
- Green Lantern/Green Arrow #77
- Justice League #81
- Phantom Stranger #7
- Showcase #91
- Teen Titans #27
- World’s Finest #194
Bolded entries are covered in this post, the others will be covered soon.
Detective Comics #400
Executive Editor: Carmine Infantino
Cover Artist: Neal Adams
Writer: Frank Robbins
Penciler: Neal Adams
Inker: Dick Giordano
Letterer: John Costanza
Editor: Julius Schwartz
“A Burial for Batgirl!”
Writer: Dennis O’Neil
Penciler: Gil Kane
Inker: Vince Colletta
Editor: Julius Schwartz
Ahh, Neal Adams back on Batman. This is how it should be. And in addition, we get a great, classic Bronze Age character introduced in this issue! Prepare to meet the macabre, menacing Man-Bat! The introduction of this grotesque mix of monster and man is something that really wouldn’t have flown in the Silver Age. He’s a bit too much of a horror character, but his advent represents the loosening reins and the increasing creativity of the Bronze Age! I really do like this character, having first met him on that greatest of Bat-worlds, Batman: TAS, in an excellent set of episodes. His first appearance here isn’t quite so awe-inspiring as that desperate flight across Gotham from the inaugural episode of the show, but it’s still pretty good.
This milestone issue (I bet Bob Kane and co. had no clue that their creation would go on to headline a book for anything close to 400+ issues!) starts with the quiet eerie looking scientist, Kurt Langstrom, working on an oversized display about bats in the Gotham Museum of Natural History. Once the curator leaves, Langstrom begins his real work, experimenting with the genes of bats in an attempt to give himself super senses and the ability to “see” in the dark through sonar. This whole setup is a bit odd. Why exactly is this guy working at the Natural History Museum? The TAS setup with him working at a zoo made a bit more sense to me, as did his motives. In the show, he’s after a traditional mad scientist end, trying to ensure mankind’s survival through acquiring the characteristics of bats. In comic logic, that’s about as common as a sunny day.
Either way, Langstrom is not the only one seeking an advantage in the dark. Our scene shifts to an underground location elsewhere in the city where the ‘Blackout Gang’ are looking for a score! They wear thermal goggles and practice silent tactics for their cappers, but Batman still manages to find them when one of them drops a tool and sets up a clatter. Though Batman is used to fighting in the dark, the punks can see, whereas he has to rely on his training. They scatter, and he only manages to recover the device, an “ultra-sonic cutting tool,” which can carve through concrete silently.
The crooks are disheartened, as they figure that Batman will find a way to trace the signal from such gadgets, endangering their plans. Their leader decides to turn this to their advantage by laying a trap. Meanwhile, Dr. Langstrom’s experiments have borne unexpected fruit! He suddenly finds his hearing and sight grown to painful sensitivity!
He realizes that he’s succeeded, giving himself a natural sonar as well, which, interestingly enough, is exactly what Batman is working on. The Dark Knight creates an artificial sonar system to guide him in the dark, preparing for his next encounter with the gang.
Unfortunately, our resident mad scientist has discovered some rather…unpleasant side effects. He is turning into a….Man-Bat! Dun, dun DUN! He panics and begins working on a way to reverse his condition, but he’s interrupted by the collision of our two plots.
The Masked Manhunter tracks the gang to their new target, the Natural History Museum! He confronts them with quite a surprise when he can suddenly “see” in the dark. Yet, the Blackout Gang is unreasonably clever. Their leader deduced that Batman might develop some type of sonar device, so he brought along a secret weapon…ping-pong balls. That’s right, ping-pong balls. They toss the balls into the air, and their chaotic bouncing and rebounding deafens the Dark Knight. The gang dogpiles the detective while he’s “blinded.”
Just as it seems that they will do what any number of supervillains have failed to do, an eerie screech is heard ripping through the night, and horrifying help arrives. Man-Bat smashes into the gang, tossing them around like ragdolls and giving Batman a chance to catch his breath. The two make short work of the hoods, and the Caped Crusader thanks his unlikely savior. Yet, when he turns his penlight on the monstrous Man-Bat, he sees his terrifying visage, taking it for a mask. Ashamed, Langstrom, still in possession of his faculties, smashes the light and disappears in the night!
This is a beautifully drawn tale, of course. I love a lot of the shots of the Man-Bat, and I really like the all-black design of the thieves. They make for a nice contrast with the other characters.
The story itself isn’t quite as strong. It’s a fine adventure, but the ping-pong ball deus ex machina is a bit silly. That’s a very specific guess on the part of the gang leader. Langstrom’s motivations are also fairly weak. He’s trying to grant himself an ability that Batman doesn’t have? Really? Well, seeing as Batman has no abilities, that shouldn’t be that hard! Either way, it’s a slightly uneven story, notable mostly for the introduction of a really neat character rather than the plot itself. Adam’s design for Man-Bat is just excellent, evoking the horror comics of yesteryear with a wonderfully creepy realism, insofar as a giant man/bat monster can be realistic. I’ll give this 4 Minutemen, largely on the strength of the art and the concept.
“A Burial for Batgirl!”
We have another Batgirl backup this month, and it is an interesting enough beginning to a tale. This chapter finds Barbara Gordon pulling up to the library of Hudson University, having just arrived in town to attend a Edgar Allan Poe festival, when she suddenly hears a cry for help! She quickly darns her ‘working clothes’ and races to investigate. Inside, what should she discover? Why it’s a dirty hippy in love beads running for the exit! That’s quite suspicious, if I do say so myself. He lunges out with a desperate punch, but Batgirl is not so easily stopped, so she flips him against the wall. Gathering her thoughts, she takes note of a strange smell, something that could be ether. Unfortunately, while she is trying to identify the tell-tale odor, the hippie regains his feet and blinds her with a nearby fire extinguisher.
Once recovered, our heroine rushes outside, only to see her escaping hippy having encountered some other pursuers. A number of college students are chasing him, and they even begin to kick the poor sucker once Batgirl lays him out. Suddenly, a voice orders them to stop. Dick Grayson steps out of the night and takes the heroine to task for not helping the hapless hippy, saying that he thought she had a reputation for sticking up for the underdog.
We pick the story up back at the police station, where the top cop fill her in on the details of the case. The hippy is Hank Osher, a student radical, one of the bully-boys chasing him was Jack Markham, an acting major, and the man whose cry for help Batgirl answered too late, was Amos Willard, the University’s business manager. We even get a helpful visual aid to sort out the plot quickly and efficiently. It isn’t the most dynamic story-telling move, but it’s a nice way to cover a lot of ground quickly, which is necessary in a tale this short.
Apparently it all started with the proposed sale of a plot of woodlands that the school owned. Willard was in favor of this, but Markham violently opposed it and threatened him. Sensing that there is more to this than meets the eye, Batgirl interviews the imprisoned suspect, who claims he is being set up. The masked girl begins to investigate, and we get a wonderfully sexist moment where she wonders if she is just being led astray by her “girlish heart responding to his big blue eyes.” Great.
Well, she decides to pursue the case one way or the other, and remembering the strange smell from the library, she thinks she knows where to look for more clues. While investigating a building under construction, someone knocks her out with…that’s right, the classic head-blow! That’s another one for this month!
Babs awakens to find herself bound and gagged as a mysterious figure reenacts Poe’s “Cask of Amontillado.” Yep, the mysterious figure is walling her up with bricks in a hidden alcove of the partially constructed building! Dun, dun, DUN!
That is certainly a nice, dramatic ending, no doubt about it. This story, brief as it is, is interesting. We don’t really get enough to establish the mystery properly, but there are the bones of a decent one, an enigmatic murder, a framed patsy, and a clever villain. It has potential. We’ll see what the next issue holds. What is perhaps the most intriguing element of this story is the glimpse of social tensions in the hippy character, the student rabble-rouser, who is rebelling against the system…for reasons. While his motivations are about as clear as an actual hippy’s, it’s telling that O’Neil is framing him as the victim here. The whole thing feels a bit deeper than the desperate pandering towards youth culture that used to show up in Haney’s Teen Titans stories. All-in-all, I’ll give this one a 3.5.
Cover Artist: Gil Kane
Writer: Robert Kanigher
Penciler: Gil Kane
Inker: Vince Colletta
Editor: Julius Schwartz
“Call It… Magic!”
Writer: Mike Friedrich
Penciler: Don Heck
Inker: Vince Colletta
Just look at that cover. A hero praying is the central image, a sincere plea to the Almighty forms the design. Can you imagine something like that showing up today? The Big Two are way too worried about offending somebody to put so unambiguous a reference to religion in so prominent a spot, methinks. I found it charming, though we’ll see inside that it isn’t quite as simple as it appears.
This strange tale begins with a group of teenagers, described throughout the issue as “teen-agers,” sneaking into a mist-shrouded cave, looking for our titular Scarlet Speedster. When they find him, he is acting very strangely, holding a pigeon and speaking simplistically, almost…childishly. In fact, he insist that his name is not “Flash,” it is Barry! How bizarre!
We eventually discover that the Sultan of Speed has lost his memory and reverted back to his eight year old self. The kids seem to blame themselves, and they convince our hero to keep hiding in the cave when it becomes apparent that he can’t access his speed. The ‘teen-agers’ decide that they have to protect the speedster until he recovers his senses, and we get a flashback that explains what happened. It’s actually quite touching how they are willing to risk their own lives for confused champion.
Barry, utterly exhausted from his last adventure (nice little nod to continuity), as running THROUGH SPACE will definitely take it out of you, slept late into the day. Iris didn’t want to wake him, so she left a note telling him she’d be out of town for a few days on an assignment and reminded him that he had promised to visit the children in the Central City Orphanage. I like the domestic check-in for the Flash, as well as the plot logic nod, recognizing that if Barry was missing for any length of time, Iris would have done something, had she been in town.
Anyway, the Scarlet Speedster thrills the youth with his speed tricks, but a trio of ‘teen-agers’ are not so easily impressed. Desperate to reach these kids, Barry reveals how painfully unhip he is. He does offer to do all kinds of amazing things for them, like whisk them away to Paris or other distant lands, yet these jaded kids act like they get such offers every day. Really kids? A superhero offers to zip you to the City of Lights, and all you can do is yawn? Man, kids these days!
Well, they finally ask the Crimson Comet to take them to their old neighborhood, where he even builds them a brand new clubhouse in record time! These kids don’t know how good they’ve got it!
It is at this point that the plot takes its turn and we meet our antagonists. Apparently a gang of thieves who had pulled off a big robbery had stashed their loot in that abandoned lot, and they jumped the hero when he accidentally uncovered it. The Flash managed to get the kids to safety, but a ricochet grazed his head and scrambled his brains a bit, thus his current confusion. It strikes me as a bit off that the Fastest Man Alive could be tagged by any bullet, even a ricochet, if it wasn’t the first round fired. After he knew he was being shot at, he, fast as he is, should have been able to casually stroll to the other side of the city before they could so much as pull the trigger another time. Yet, I suppose that’s a common problem with the portrayal of superspeed. Such characters really tend to move at the speed of plot.
Cut back to the present, where the vengeful villains have discovered our hero’s hideaway. They toss in smoke grenades, and the befuddled Flash doesn’t know what to do, but while the kids prepare to protect him with their lives, Barry begins to do the one thing he can…pray! He pleads with God to make him truly the Flash as the kids claim, and suddenly he whips into quicksilver motion! He takes the thieves out in a blur of super-speed strikes, but the cave begins to collapse, and the Scarlet Speedster takes another crack on the head. Just like that, he comes back to himself, remembering who he is in classic comic-book fashion.
The adventure ends with the Fastest Man Alive bidding a fond farewell to his newfound young friends. Exhausted all over again, he collapses into bed, where Iris discovers him when she returns home.
This is a tale that I really didn’t care for when I read it the first time, but as with several of these Flash issues, I’ve got a lot more appreciation for it on this second reading. It’s simple but charming, and I like the earnest, wholehearted plea to God. That’s a nice moment, and it is left ambiguous whether his prayer is answered or whether he simply is able to will himself into super-speed. That’s the right way to go, as anything else would be excessive. This is definitely a study in contrast to modern comics, though, with a hero, even a brain-damaged one, making any type of openly religious statement. In the end, there isn’t a whole lot to this issue, though I like several of its story beats. Fortunately the child-like Flash doesn’t hang around long enough to be annoying, though that could easily have happened. I like that the kids feel responsible for what happens and react so strongly in their efforts to protect Barry, though one wonders why they didn’t just tell the police, ‘hey, the Flash is hurt over at the cave!’ Ahh well, one way or the other, I’ll give this gentle-hearted tale 3.5 Minutemen.
“Call It… Magic!”
Hey, we get something different this month, a Zatanna backup! I like this character in general, and though her concept is patently ridiculous, she still somehow works. I think she works best in a setting like this, with a co-star, rather than holding down a story by herself. Mystic types always need non-mystics to explain things to, after all. I’ve read her original appearances from the Silver Age, where she guest-starred her way through the nascent DC Universe, and I’m wondering if this might be the start of a new set of such appearances. Either way, I’m glad to see her, and although she and The Flash make for an odd pairing, this is an engaging little adventure. It helps that Don Heck really does a wonderful job with the art chores for the backup, drawing a particularly fetching Zatanna.
This tale opens with one of Zatanna’s perennial magic shows, just as she is calling for a volunteer from the audience. She picks out Barry Allen, who she of course knows is the Flash, just to tease her friend. She promises to make him disappear with a kiss (look out Iris), yet when she she lays her lips on him, it is she who vanishes! Where could she have gone?
We jump across the barriers of time and space, watching as Zatanna is drawn through them as well, to discover that a sorcerer in a parallel dimension has summoned her to aid him in a desperate moment! This wizard, named Namba, was attacked by by an old foe, a demon named Xarkon. The nicely designed infernal foe takes control of Namba’s body, just as the Mistress of Magic arrives.
She tries to use her magic to separate them, but the strain was too great. It seems she cannot risk using her magic on the supernatural antagonist without hurting the magician she was summoned to help. Meanwhile, Flash does not take her disappearance lightly. He races home to his cosmic treadmill and homes in on the vibrations that he felt as the Mystic Maiden was sucked away from him. I like the cosmic treadmill, as goofy of a concept as it is, as it just fits into the ‘world of wonder’ vibe that characterizes a good Flash story, just like a good Superman story. Anyway, the Scarlet Speedster unfortunately arrives in hot water!
The inhabitants of this strange world are now under the sway of Xarkon/Namba, and they attack the hero on sight. The Fastest Man alive isn’t a pushover, though, and he quickly slips out of their grasp. Then we get a nice little moment where he tries to communicate his peaceful intentions by creating a peace sign, which only scares his superstitious (probably justly so, seeing as they live in a world chock-full of magic) attackers. The kicker is that Flash is a bit disappointed by this result, as “playing the Batman isn’t my role.” That’s a cool little moment of characterization squeezed into the brief adventure. The kind-natured, fair play minded Barry Allen doesn’t really enjoy scaring folks. I like that.
The story races (sorry!) to its conclusion as the Crimson Comet speeds in to challenge Xarkon, only to be waylaid by magic! Fortunately, his presence provides the distraction, and inspiration, that Zatanna needs. She breaks the spell on Namba…with a kiss! It’s, honestly, a bit weird, and the justification weirder still. Apparently Namba brought her to him because she was kissing Barry at the time, and a kiss is just what he needed…okay…some guys will go to any lengths to get a date!
It’s a bit odd for a conclusion, and I can’t help but feel like it isn’t quite giving Zatanna the respect she deserves, especially as Namba “thanks” her with a kiss as well. It seems vaguely sexist, but then again, it’s a comic book from 1970, so no big surprise there. I like that we end with Barry helping the Mistress of Magic finish her trick with a little help from his own brand of super speed magic.
In the end, this is a fun, though necessarily brief, backup. I like seeing Zatanna, and even though Flash really doesn’t have any impact on the plot, I enjoyed his portion of the tale as well. This was an unexpected surprise, and the art had a really nice quality to it that I can’t quite put my finger on. I know that Zatanna is due to join the Justice League sometime soon, so it will be neat to see how that gets built up across the DCU. It’s interesting how long it took her to become an established character. She was introduced in 1964, and she had that set of stories, though I don’t think she showed up anywhere else for a while after that. Here she is in 1970, but she won’t really “make it” until she joins the Justice League in 1973. That’s a good nine years from her introduction to the point when she hit the big time, insofar as she ever has. Well, I’ve wandered away from the story itself, which I will give an above average 3.5 Minutemen.
Green Lantern/Green Arrow #77
Cover Artist: Neal Adams
Writer: Dennis O’Neil
Penciler: Neal Adams
Inker: Frank Giacoia
Editor: Julius Schwartz
Ohh man, I wasn’t looking forward to this one. Here we continue Denny O’Neil’s death-march into social relevance. After the last issue being even worse than I remembered, I was pretty unenthusiastic about this month, but it was better than the previous one in some ways, yet, it was worse in the logic of the actual plot. We still have moments of teeth-grindingly bad characterization from Hal and self-righteous speechifying from Ollie, but there is perhaps less of each. The art is, of course, beautiful, and the central action set-piece is really striking, but as one should expect from this series, subtlety and nuance are endangered species, nowhere to be found.
The issue opens with our hard-traveling heroes winding through the mountains of some Appalachian town with their sightseeing Guardian in the back of the truck. For some reason, the juxtaposition of that image cracks me up. The trio starts taking fire from a group of locals who think they are working for someone unfortunately named “Slapper” Soames. The heroes leap into action and pretty quickly disable their attackers. Here we have one of those rather odd moments that this series provides in spades, as the locals don’t recognize either of these world famous superheroes. I know they’re from a backwater town, but come on! We also discover that Green Lantern’s ring is somehow malfunctioning. Uh-oh!
So, what in the blue blazes is going on here, with folks from this small town shooting at random passers-by? Well, the short version is that this is a ‘company town,’ a mining town pretty much owned by a man named Slapper, and he runs it like his own little kingdom. Honestly, I might turn villainous too if my name was ‘Slapper.’ These miners are sick of being oppressed, and they decided to revolt after a local singer/songwriter who spoke out against conditions got arrested for no good reason. So, armed revolt was the only option instead of, you know, going to the feds or…almost anything else? Yep, seems so, because in O’Neil’s corner of the DC Universe each and every inhabitant has his melodrama knob turned up to 11.
The Green Team begins to debate what to do about this situation after they hear the miners’ tale of woe, and here we get this issue’s obligatory terrible moment of characterization for Green Lantern. The townsfolk tell our heroes that this Slapper fellow is acting like a tyrannical monster, and Hal is so incredibly rigid and immature in his thinking that he immediately takes the bad guy’s side, just because he’s in charge. I get it, O’Neil, Hal respects authority; sometimes that’s bad. Yes, I understand, but he also isn’t a child. He can tell the difference between someone in a complex social situation like the fat-cat from the last issue and someone who is effectively running a concentration camp! At the least he should be willing to investigate the situation since, you know, he is a superhero and all. Instead, he’s apparently willing to ignore this entire mess, including the band of armed citizens hiding in the hills.
In case this scene wasn’t annoying enough just on account of Green Lantern’s naivety, Green Arrow immediately responds by invoking Godwin’s Law, yet again. That’s two, O’Neil. Yep, Ollie’s response is, ‘hey, Hitler was in charge too!’ Interestingly enough, in case you missed the subtle moral dilemma here, the Archer’s ridiculous comparison actually proves prophetic.
The pair decides to aid the miners, who plan to assault the local robber-baron’s headquarters to free the singer (is this what happened to Jason Quest?), only to discover that this headquarters is less ‘small town jail’ and more ‘fugitive fortress from D-Day.’ That’s right, this small-town robber-baron is holed up in a blockhouse surrounded by concertina wire, watch towers, and a minefield! Sure, why not.
All of a sudden, Green Arrow, who has fought against all kinds of terrible odds as a honest-to-goodness superhero, completely chickens out, right after his impassioned speech about helping these yokels. He says their attack is going to be suicide, and he refuses to participate…despite the fact that he and the man with the magic-freaking-wishing ring could easily take down the small-town tyrant without anyone losing their lives. In fact, perhaps they could, you know, do this themselves, since this is pretty much right in their bailiwick as superheroes, rather than help an angry mob take on armed soldiers. No, instead, our heroic archer sits back and watches as men armed with shotguns and pitchforks charge a machine gun. It’s only after they start dropping like flies, you know, because they are charging a machine gun, that he decides to get off his green-clad backside and help. He fires a smoke arrow to cover their advance, which would have been great before several men had been shot. Sorry Ollie, but you just lost the moral high ground from which you’ve been pontificating.
Before the attack actually begins, we do a quick check in with our antagonist and watch the Emerald Crusader charge his ring. His inner monologue is really quite painful to read, evincing the moral sophistication of a particularly dim and immature 12 year old. He even goes so far as to say he would have backed our clearly villainous villain in earlier days, just because the guy is in a position of authority, legitimate or not.
Green Lantern gets involved, and his ring makes swift work of the defenses, until it shorts out on him again, and then we get a moment that irritated me quite a bit, almost as much as the infinitely more asinine moments that surrounded it. The Emerald Gladiator gives a big speech about how he’ll have to rely on his fists, and this is what he’s been missing, finding out what he’s really made of…as a man!
That’s all well and good, except that he’s done this in practically every. single. issue. of his series for the last several dozen issues. I can’t count how many times the Lantern would make a big to-do about not using the most powerful weapon in the universe so he could punch someone with his fist and prove he’s “a man.” I’m quite certain of this, because the trope quickly began to gall me as it buried what made the concept fun and interesting in the first place. So, yeah Hal, you’ve gone a whole three days without punching someone in the face! You clearly need to prove yourself. If that’s the case, you’ve got some really deep emotional problems. When did this turn into a grim, naval-gazing postmodern comic where all the “heroes” are mentally ill? Although…that would explain Hal’s apparent lack of a moral compass…
Ahh well, I understand what O’Neil was trying to do, tying that moment into the whole ill-executed crisis of conscience that will haunt the character throughout this series, but in context of the book that existed just a few months ago, it rings false. The idea is developed further as Hal realizes that the reason his ring has been failing is that he’s lost confidence, concentration, and clarity of purpose. I actually like that move; it’s just a shame that the story doesn’t earn it. In addition, the Guardian tells him that his fellows have decided to reduce his power while he’s on “walkabout.” Thanks guys. At this point, Hal is struck by gas rockets, which leaves him wandering wounded and out of the fight.
Because, despite his ability to juggle multiple super powered heroes in JLA, this is the best way that O’Neil can manage to provide any dramatic tension at the climax of this tale when he’s got this mismatched pair of characters. Even de-powered, Green Lantern really shouldn’t’ have any trouble with random mooks with guns, and if he was allowed to continue his attack for another moment, the issue would be over. It feels a bit forced.
On the plus side, we get a nice, if slightly heavy-handed scene with the vacationing Guardian saving a little girl. He begins to wonder if he has underestimated humanity as the child’s helplessness moves him. There is something of value here, as the immortal being of pure intellect begins to interact with beings of emotion, to slowly be reminded of a truth that we imagine his race once knew, perhaps when the universe was young. He begins to realize that there is more to weighing and judging matters of justice than logic can entirely supply. It’s a promising vein of storytelling, and I’m curious to see how well it is mined. If memory serves, I was not particularly impressed with the treatment this idea received on my first reading, but we shall see.
In the meantime, Green Lantern’s absence leads to the surviving rebels getting captured, along with the Emerald Archer. It’s revealed that, surprise surprise, the bad guy’s thugs are actually Nazi war criminals, somehow smuggled into this small-town to work as muscle for this random robber-baron. Sure. That’s important, just in case you hadn’t gotten yet that this bad guy is, in fact, really bad. Anyway, it is also revealed that the head rabble-rouser was actually the villain’s plant. Slapper wanted to force the miners into a confrontation so he could break their spirits and keep them enslaved. That’s not a bad twist, but the guy didn’t really get enough characterization for it to matter.
Lantern and Arrow eventually recover, and they make quick work of Slapper and his bully-boys. Rather fittingly, despite his (belated) heroics, Ollie is entirely ineffectual and quite doomed until Hal shows up. The story concludes with the Emerald Archer throwing a big bucket of cold water on whatever happiness this ending might have supplied, as our heroes continue their journey in search of America. It looks like next issue will feature some more biker movie rejects. Oh joy.
Well, I suppose I let my feelings about this issue come through pretty clearly already, probably too clearly! It frustrated me at several points, and the ham-handed characterization, as well as the irrational story beats, really got on my nerves. I think that the bones of this tale could have actually been an excellent plot for someone like The Question, Batman, or the classic Vigilante (I think that would have made for a great story!). Unfortunately, as with many of the adventures that will populate the coming pages of this book, this one is simply not well-suited for its protagonist pairing. The lack of attention to recent continuity, when even the fairly Silver Age-ish Flash is doing a better job, is surprising as well. Hal’s continued stupidity is probably the worst element of the tale, though I think the heroes’ inexplicable inaction before the miners’ assault is a pretty close second. In addition, there is less here that is valuable, conceptually, than the first issue. I think the days of the Pinkertons beating up striking miners were pretty far gone, even in 1970, though I suppose I could be wrong. It doesn’t have quite the weight, despite the much higher stakes, as the previous issue. All-in-all, I’ll give this annoying story 1.5 Minutemen.
The Head-Blow Headcount:
And we have ANOTHER addition to the wall of shame this month. Neither Batgirl nor Robin are coming off all that well in their backups.
Well, that’s it for this week’s issues. Thanks for joining me, and please visit again when we’ll have JLA and other other goodies to peruse! Let me note that this coming week is the last week of the semester, so I’m likely to be insanely busy. The following week I’ll be presenting at a conference out of state, so please don’t fret if it takes me a bit of time to get to the next installment. I promise I won’t forget it. Until then, keep the course, Into the Bronze Age!