Imagine. You’re the designated successor to the world’s greatest superhero. But you’re a failure and just before he dies he holds a lottery granting powers to 1,000 random people. Now you have to deal with this Legacy.

It’s an interesting situation, having a Superman like figure die, leaving behind his disowned protege and a thousand people with newly acquired superpowers, some of which are usefiul, some of which not so much or downright horrifying. And because they were chosen at random, there’s no guarantee that any of them will use these powers for good. A setting which you can do a lot of interesting stories with, as governments and other powers scramble to adjust to this new world. Legacy meanwhile not just has to deal with fulfilling his mentor’s role, but also learning to do so without his guidance and while he is now also responsible for guiding dozens if not hundreds of neophyte heroes…

Certainly something that piqued my interest when I read about it in Comics Scene 39 back in 1993. Sadly, Legacy 02 was the only issue I ever found from this series, nor did I ever see any of the other promised titles that were to come from Majestic.

There’s a good reason for this: that this was published in 1994 is a clue. That was the year that everybody and their aunt was setting up a new superhero comics universe. After the success of first Valiant and then Image in breaking the Marvel/DC duopoly, other publishers tried to do the same. There was Malibu starting up the Ultraverse thanks to their Image publishing money, Dark Horse with Comics Greatest World and seemingly dozens of other, new publishers doing the same. It would all end in tears of course.

The market was too small for all of them, so within a few years most of these publishers had vanished again, the more established ones had scaled back and dozens if not hundreds of comic shops had gone bankrupt in the aftermath. Then Marvel decided to buy its own comics distributor, went almost bankrupt themselves and in the process screwed up the direct market for a good decade if not longer.

In that climate a small upstart publisher like Majestic was doomed to failure. Legacy 02 was actually the last issue they ever published; the only other title they managed to bring out, S.T.A.T lasted only one issue. It probably didn’t help that they launched Legacy with a zero issue brought out as a trading card set, chasing two crashing trends at the same time…

A pity, as this wasn’t a bad issue. The artwork is by Tom Morgan, who has done far worse for bigger publishers and Fred Schiller’s script is decent enough. The plot is run of the mill superhero fodder: Legacy and his friends end up fighting the S.T.A.T government team over a misunderstanding set up by a villain working behind the scenes, in a crossover with that title. The standard Bronze Age Marvel setup. This could’ve been a minor cult classic had it come out at a different time and had been marginally less cynical in its publishing scheme.

What if you created a biographical comic following one woman from her birth to her death? And because she obviously doesn’t understand language as a baby, all the dialogue will be gibberish at first?

Chester Brown does love to set a challenge for himself, but Underwater turned out a bridge too far. Autobiographical stories about learning to wank? Fine. Having a protagonist with Ronald Reagan for a penis? Great! Issues upon issues of indecipherable text? Not so much. The art may not have helped either, with all the characters bald and barely looking like human in that first issue. Underwater lasted eleven issues before he abandoned it for the easier challenge of creating a series about Canadian folk hero Louis Riel.

I only got this first issue, probably a year or two after it had been published (in 1994). In the mid-nineties I moved to Amsterdam to go to college there. Not unsurprisingly, that was also my taste in comics broadened out from just reading superheroes. Partially this was due to me subscribing to the Comix-L mailing list, but that’s a story for another time.

The nineties were also the “golden age” of Canadian autobiographical cartoonists: Julie Doucet, Seth, Joe Matt and Chester Brown and I started reading all of them. Yet, as it was for most people, Underwater was still a bit too avant garde for me…

Mike W. Barr’s detective team gets a little competition from none other than Ellery Queen in solving the murder attempt on a mystic channeling the spirit of an Atlantean sorcery 10,000 years dead — who claims he is the one trying to kill her!

Mike W. Barr was a big Ellery Queen fan as the editorial page explains and with 1989 being the 60th anniversary year of the first Queen story published, he asked for and got permission to use him in this story, apparantely the first new Ellery Queen mystery in fourteen years.

This is the sole issue of The Maze Agency I own. I’ve never seen another issue pop up, either new or in the back issue bins, though it had a relatively healthy twentythree issue run first at Comico and then at Innovation from 1988 to 1991. There have also been several reboot attempts. It’s a bit of an oddity, a proper, classical detective series which actually tries to create fair mysteries for the reader to solve, when most American detective series are of the hardboiled variety. Mike W. Barr is probably still best know for his Batman work in the eighties (alongside Camelot 3000), especially Batman and the Outsiders, so he wasn’t quite new to writing murder mysteries. The artwork here is by Adam Hughes, present on the first nine issues.

I only knew about this because Comics Scene had done an interview with Barr about his current projects at the time. Comics Scene was a glossy comics and animation magazine in the vein of Fangoria or Starlog, with half of each issue devoted to animation as well as comics based movies and tv, the other half to interviews with comics creators and other comics news. My local comic shop started carrying it at roughly the same time as it started selling US comics and it was one of the few ways I learned about new and upcoming projects. I’ve always had a soft spot for it ever since but in the nineties it lost out to the wave of comics as investment huckster zines like Wizard. Unlike those though it was smart enough to see that the mid-nineties superhero boom would inevitably crash and honest enough to warn its readers about it.

Innovation, The Maze Agency‘s publisher for most of its run, was an interesting company. Founded in 1988 by David Campiti it became a fairly major player in the few years between the decline of the old school indepedents like Comico and the rise of Valiant and Image. Ironically, given its name, it had its biggest success doing comics of various nostalgic media franchises like Lost in Space as well as long, (twelve issue) adaptations of several Anne Rice novels. The Maze Agency wasn’t the only series it had taken over from a defunct company. They also continued various superhero titles from publishers that went bankrupt during the black & white comics bust. Sadly, they in turn went bankrupt in 1994.

Jim Lee joins the team and makes them sexy again.

The very first American Uncanny X-Men issue I ever bought and also the debut of Jim Lee as the penciler. If only I had been more careful with this issue I could’ve sold it and retired on the profits… I had started reading superhero comics in 1987 and had been buying the Juniorpress version of the X-Men, roughly a year behind the original, since 1988. And then in the summer of ’89 my local comics shop started experimenting with selling new American comics so I started buying those. Frustratingly, they did stop doing so for a few months which meant I missed a few key issues from that time…

This issue came at the tail end of the whole “X-Men Down Under” arc, when the team was already falling apart again. In a few issues they would all be gone and the next year or so would be spent in yet another “rebuilding the X-Men” project. ironic, considering sending them to Australia had been intended as a fresh start as well. I’ve said it before that Claremont at this late stage was stuck in a rut, never letting his characters catch a break. The ‘mistake’ I made there of course was reading a year’s worth of stories in one go: then this is a tedious slog. Read as intended though, issue by issue as it came out it kept me on the edge of the seat. With Claremont you never knew what would come next, just that it would rarely be something good to our heroes…

But still, Claremont was running out of gas. Australia hadn’t quite worked out, something new was needed. In the past Claremont was always at his best when he had a good artist to bounce off of: John Byrne, David Cockrum, Paul Smith each in turn had revitalised the series. Jim Lee could do that too.

But it took some time. Issue 248 was only a fill-in; Silvestri was back the next issue and would remain until #256, when Lee would return for a three issue stint. He would only take over as the regular artist with #268, twenty issues after his debut. Starting from that point on, the series did have a new energy to it, though ironically it would ultimately lead to Claremont’s departure. But that was still in the future at this point.

Even as ‘just’ a fill-in that debut had a real imapct, at least on fifteen year old me. I liked Marc Silvestri well enough and his slightly cartoony, scratchy drawing style, but Lee brought something he lacked: the horny. Just look at Havok’s chiseled abs and Dazzler’s casual sexiness there. That was a lot for a nerdy teenager like yours truly. It’s no wonder Lee got so popular, so quickly. It’s also no wonder he even got Marc Silvestri to change his style; just look at his work on Cyberforce later…

As a story, uncanny X-Men #248 is just another day of misery for the X-Men, but artwise then it was a revelation. A turning point in the series history, even if it wasn’t obvious at the time.

Joost Swarte! Mark Smeets! Bill Bodéwes! Harry Buckinx! Ever Meulen! Peter Pontiac! Aart Clerkx! Evert Geradts! ‘Tante’ Leny Zwalve! A cornucopia of Dutch underground artists you very likely won’t have heard of, except maybe Joost Swarte on display in this 1977 Kitchen Sink oneshot.

I got this at the Haarlemse Stripdagen in 2022 together with half a dozen other great underground comix from two elderly gentlemen selling their collection.

Underground comix are hard to define and really only existed for a decade and a half. Created, published and distributed outside of the existing commercial comics industry, the underground started off with a few pioneers self publishing their comic strips in the early sixties. By the end of the decade several publishers (Rip-off Press, Last Gasp and Kitchen Sink e.g.) were active and there was a distribution system centered on the socalled head shop. The underground comix movement always had firm ties to the whole sixties counter culture though it wasn’t quite part of it. It did however share its fascination with sex, drugs and rock ‘n roll, though mostly the first two. Even if often prurient, underground comix offered a freedom denied to the staid commercial comic, nobbled as it was by the Comics Code. As hippie idealism died off in the cold light of Nixon’s America and drugs repression put head shops out of business, the underground comix boom slowly collapsed but not without having inspired generations of new comics artists.

Sad to say, in the Netherlands at the time American comics were largely ignored, seen as pure pulp with no merit. The Franco-Belgian tradition was dominant and except for Disney there wasn’t really any place for American artists in the Dutch magazines. Even so there was what you could arguably call an underground movement by the late sixties and early seventies, partially coming out of rock zines like Aloha and with some ties to the radical hippie movement. It was through Olaf Stoops’ Real Free Press that American underground comix would be imported and more, it would also publish Dutch translations as well as original work from Dtch cartoonists. All of which led to the creation of Tante Leny Presenteert in 1971, created by Leny Zwalve and Evert Geradts.

Whether this was the “first Dutch underground comic” as the introduction page in Dutch Treat has it is debatable because at roughly the same time Joost Swarte had published his Modern Papier zine, which would later merge with Tante Leny and there had been some Real Free Press publications already if I’m not mistaken. (So much of the history of Dutch comics has not been written yet though so it can be hard to tell at this late date.) But it was certainly the longest running, ending in 1978 with twentyfive issues. And the people it published were some of the most influential cartoonists of the seventies and beyond.

Dutch Treat, as you can see from the table of contents, offers a good overview of the most important talents the zine published over the years. My personal favourites here are Joost Swarte with his darkly ironic clear line style and Peter Pontiac, here represented with a four pager showing off his gritty, realistic style of drawing. Also excellent is Evert Geradts’ “Crump meets Disney” big nosed art work. On the whole, if you want a good overview of what the Duitch underground scene was like, this is a great introduction.