Oh no, Grant Morrison!
I am so glad the Final Crisis mini is over. It apparently makes no sense whatsoever, so I can pick and choose the bits that are interesting, and ignore the patented Grant Morrison wtf-ery.
You know, the sad thing is that while I think DC Comics (and Marvel, too) is in a rut and could use a good shake-up, being mysterious and mystical and 'only special people can understand my art' is just fucking ANNOYING.
If you want mysterious, mystical, and meta-fictional, Promethea by Alan Moore is the way to go. It's an incredibly well-written, literate story that works on several different levels, and never strike the adolescent pose of 'my art is too *deep* for you Philistines to understand'.
So I'm going back to writing my after-Final-Crisis Flash/JSA story without any guilt and a certain belief that my story will be more coherent than the current comics canon, while fending off plot bunnies where James Jesse comes back in the only available body at the time -- as a twelve year old girl (he'd have a ball with it, and make everyone call him Trixie, but it would be pure ridiculousness...)
You know, the sad thing is that while I think DC Comics (and Marvel, too) is in a rut and could use a good shake-up, being mysterious and mystical and 'only special people can understand my art' is just fucking ANNOYING.
If you want mysterious, mystical, and meta-fictional, Promethea by Alan Moore is the way to go. It's an incredibly well-written, literate story that works on several different levels, and never strike the adolescent pose of 'my art is too *deep* for you Philistines to understand'.
So I'm going back to writing my after-Final-Crisis Flash/JSA story without any guilt and a certain belief that my story will be more coherent than the current comics canon, while fending off plot bunnies where James Jesse comes back in the only available body at the time -- as a twelve year old girl (he'd have a ball with it, and make everyone call him Trixie, but it would be pure ridiculousness...)