Tales of a Comic Book Virgin: Issue 1

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Issue 1: In which our unlikely heroine gets the big gaffes out of the way immediately.

Question Marks Tales of a Comic Book Virgin: Issue 1“Can I help you with anything?” I look down at the thin wisp of a girl who I just about trip over as I attempt to navigate the aisles surrounding me. She’s sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of the shelves, looking completely serene and not-at-all-ironically fairy-like. I want to hug her in relief, but I settle for babbling.

“God, yes,” I burst out. “I have never even been in a comic book store before, and I have no idea what I’m doing.”

So began my introduction into a world I feel like everyone knows more about than I do: comics. Or are they graphic novels? What’s the difference? *shrug* Beats me, but I expect I’ll be finding out soon enough.  How did this start? Randomly, like most of my hobbies. I was driving to Trader Joe’s the other day when I saw a big “COMICS” sign shining at me as I passed by. I decided then and there that I would stop in on my way back home, so that if nothing else I could check “wander around a comic book store” off my list of things to do in life. That’s right, at 27 years old I’d never even set foot in one of these mysterious places.

If you are a frequent comic book store patron, odds are the following scene will completely escape you: I walked up to the door, feeling like I was doing something faintly sneaky, and slowly stepped inside—only to stop dead in my tracks in horror. What the hell kind of madness was this? There were pictures everywhere, in every conceivable style of drawing and every color known to man. Some characters I recognized from childhood cartoons or movies; most I didn’t. To my dismay I saw plenty of Japanese-inspired art (which I got more than enough of during the years I lived in Japan, thank you very much), but I could hardly focus on that (or anything else) for the sensory overload I was experiencing. Every inch of every wall was plastered with photos and posters and figures and I didn’t even know what else. Even if I had something in mind, how in the world was I going to find it! I’d need a map. And a compass. And a pack of comic book-smelling bloodhounds.   

I slinked my way around the edge of the store, certain that the clerks could see me for the interloper I was. I tried to look at the shelves, to figure out the order of it all, but I failed miserably. Finally, I just started wandering around like I was in an art museum and couldn’t decide how I felt about any of the paintings. Fortunately, the fairy store clerk came to my rescue, or I might still be there, lost somewhere between Buffy and the X-Men.

And that’s when things started to turn around. I texted fellow Pop Bunker guru Baroness Heather for ideas on what to buy. I mean, I was already there and everything, I might as well go all out and buy my first comic, too. By the time Heather texted me back, the fairy store clerk had led me to two of the three things on Heather’s list. She told me exactly what I needed to start with, gave me a little background on comic book continuity, and rattled off the names of writers and artists like they were dear friends. I wanted to sag in relief. Thank god someone knew how to navigate these waters!

About 45 minutes later I finally wandered to the front counter with “Green Lantern: Rebirth” in hand and a request for them to transfer the first volume of Neil Gaiman’s “Sandman” from a sister store. It looked like my new potential hobby was off to a solid start, after all. “So,” I asked as the fairy godmother of comic book novices rang up my purchase, “are the X-Men DC, as well?”

Oops.

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