Supergods

This started out as a relatively benign survey of golden and silver age comic lore and then just flipped off the rails when Morrison decided he would tell us about each and every acid trip he ever took and how he was so grateful for every grubby royalty dollar he earned from comic book nerds to fuel his drug habit. I've read much better analysis of comic heroes and really, is it all that complicated? They're a reflection of what we want most for ourselves. Who wouldn't want to fly? Have nifty gadgets? Sock it to the bad guys. Walk through walls. Have a skeleton made out of adamantium... Okay maybe the analogy only goes so far. Annoyed I spent the better part of a week reading this.

Best book I've read this year. I feel like it was written specifically for me and I didn't want it to end. Morrison tells the history of comic book superheroes and hits all the stopping points we've been familiar with but his analysis of these points is incredibly entertaining. He makes makes brilliant points as well as hilarious ones and his love for superheroes is undeniable. He also shares his autobiography as it relates to superheroes and writing. Unlike the dark vogue I've seen in far too many comics of the last twenty-five years, Morrison is essentially optimistic about the future and about humanity.