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I've had an odd and disconcerting experience with this during the past few years.
My initial comics-reading years were 1977-1984, the heart of the Bronze Age. I was between the ages of five and twelve during those years, and thus, the comics of that period informed my sense of how comics should look and read.
The years go by, and I drift in and out of comics throughout the remainder of the 1980s, 1990s, 2000s, and 2010s. For most of the 2000s and 2010s, I've lamented how today's super-decompressed comic book storytelling style, devoid of the narration boxes and thought balloons that were common in the comics of my youth, is inferior to that of the comics I remembered from the 1970s to early 1990s, and I'd wished that comics would return to that earlier style.
Then, a few years ago, I tried to read Neal Adams' BATMAN: ODYSSEY, a new release for 2012 that was done by Adams in his unmistakable 1970s style. This should have been right up my alley.
I could not get into it. It's not that I felt that Adams did the story badly or had lost his touch. He was as good as ever, but having grown accustomed to (though never fond of) the modern comics style, I could not get back into the style with which I was raised.
I had this same experience this week reading BANE: CONQUEST # 1 by Chuck Dixon and Graham Nolan, the classic 1990s BATMAN team whose work I loved two decades ago. BANE: CONQUEST was very much in the vein of VENGEANCE OF BANE or KNIGHTFALL from the 1990s, but somehow, I just could not get into it. It SHOULD have been manna to me, and Dixon and Nolan were as good as ever, but...something had changed in me. I could not get back into the classic style, as much as I fondly recall it.
This is something I've started having a problem with in reading the older classics I loved too. I still have fond memories of them, and consider them superior to most modern comics, but for some reason, recent years of reading modern comics has changed something in me and I can't get into the old style the way I did in the past.
I'm not sure I'm explaining myself well. It's a very disorienting kind of ambivalence: still loving the classic style, but somehow belatedly recognizing its quaintness. It's like longing for a lost past, miraculously being given an opportunity to revisit it, and then seeing that it hasn't changed at all...but somehow totally has.
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