From the Editor: Done for now, DC

Dear DC Comics,

I love your characters. I love Barbara Gordon, I love Kate Kane, I love Diana Prince. I love Cassandra Cain, I love Stephanie Brown, I love Dinah Lance. I love Harley Quinn, I love Selina Kyle, I love Pamela Isley.

I really love your characters.

When I saw the College Humor ad, Greatest Villains of Nerd Culture, “The Imposter,” in your comics, I sighed. I sighed, but I let it go. I am used to knowing, from remarks at comic conventions, from interviews, and from the comics you make, that my readership is not your main concern. I am a queer woman, nearly forty years old. I am not your core demographic. I’ve continued to read DC comic books because I purely love these characters.

Yesterday I saw another of the Greatest Villains comics run as an ad. This one was “The Youth.”

Now, DC, I am giving you all the benefit of the doubt that I can. It’s possible that you intend these ads to be a wry commentary on yourself as the sort of fool who might actually hold the views espoused in the comics. Perhaps you are trying to say that you obviously think calling women and children the greatest threats to nerd culture is ridiculous. I really, really hope you are. Perhaps you are running all six of these comics, including The Alpha Nerd, and I haven’t seen them. Perhaps you intend to do so and haven’t yet.

I’m having some trouble with that interpretation. Without seeing you publish the Alpha Nerd companion to The Imposter and The Youth, what I’ve seen is that first you tell women they are a threat to everything you love, and then you say the same thing about children. DC, this makes me sad. You just called your future readers supervillains who ruin all you hold dear.

I can actually handle you telling me I am a supervillain destroying comics. I am used to that. But you just said that to my kids, DC. You just told my kids — my kids who purely love Justice League, who think Booster Gold is hilarious, who love The Flash, my daughter who is incredibly happy that The Question is a Latina just like her — that you hate and fear them.

Do you actually think that my kids love for The Flash ruins all of your things? Are my kids wrecking all of your most beloved nerd properties? Why are you afraid of them?

If you are truly not afraid of my kids, then you have allowed your advertising to gravely mis-step. The ads you have chosen to permit are profoundly misrepresenting your intentions. The humor you have chosen does not strike up the chain of power. Your College Humor ads are not sticking it to the man, not speaking loud against tyranny, not slyly deflating the rich and mighty. The ads you are running target the disenfranchised, the weak, the edges of your chosen geek sphere. You are targeting women and children, mocking and vilifying them. This is not humor, to strike at those with less power than you. This is bullying.

DC Comics, you’ve made me sad this week. But I don’t think I’ll be sad for long. This week, the Republican party in the United States reaped the rewards of vilifying special interest groups, marginal communities, people of color, not-heterosexuals, people who like science, women, immigrants, the margins and the marginal. The funny thing is, when you add all those marginal groups up, they end up the majority.

Ask the GOP how that’s working out for them.

DC, I won’t be buying your comics for a while. I won’t say I’m done, because I truly hope that you recover from this error in judgment. I want you to do better. I want you to learn and grow and change. I want you to stop thinking my kids are your death knell. I hope that you’ll reconsider your recent promotional materials and advertising, and come up with something based not on fear and anger, but joy and hope. I would love to see ads celebrating how diverse your readers are, how broad your reach is, how comics and nerdery are mainstream. How the culture wars have been won by Batman and video games. How this is a party to which you proudly invite everyone.

I look forward to seeing you again.

With respect and sincere hope for the future,

Sigrid Ellis

Where’s that Girl?: The Young Justice Premiere

Posted by Anika

Last Friday, The Cartoon Network aired a preview of its upcoming series, Young Justice, set to air regularly starting in January. My 14 year old daughter’s reaction to the show was to add the Teen Titans series on DVD to her Christmas List. It was at the 45 minute mark of the hour long premiere, just after she asked aloud “Are there any girls in this show?”

Well, with about five minutes to go, three female characters finally did show up: Wonder Woman, silently speaking in a background shot; Black Canary, who was introduced as the team’s main trainer — but also stood silently for it; and Miss Martian, the fifth member of the team, who said I think 4 words. Flirtatiously directed at Superboy. But Kiki had already tuned the whole thing out anyway. She’d decided watching Teen Titans (two of five main characters and most of the recurring characters are girls), Sailor Moon (pretty much everyone but Tuxedo Mask is a girl), and Macross Frontier (most of the Macross saga are well-balanced casts) videos on YouTube was a better use of her time and attention. And the fact is, none of those series are current and the most recent — Macross Frontier was released in 2008 — is not likely to ever be (legally) available outside Japan.

Now, no one is saying that Sailor Moon is a better superheroine than Wonder Woman. And I enjoyed the show — especially the characterization: all four of the main characters presented in the premiere were great. To no one’s surprise I love Robin — he was above and beyond the others in skills…well, superheroing skills. In terms of social skills he was awkward at best and Bat-arrogant at worst. Adorable. Wally is my favorite Flash and he was his goofy self and a social butterfly in contrast to Robin. I expect Aqualad to settle nicely into a leadership role. And Superboy, who I “put up with” in the comics because Tim and Cassie love him, is well on his way to being a favorite. I wanted to punch Roy, which I think means he did his job well, I very much liked flustered Superman, and Bruce and Ollie sniping at each other was, in a word, perfect.

And the tone — I love Teen Titans almost as much as my daughter. But as awesomely poignant as it can be (think the Terra saga, the introduction of Nightwing, or the arc of Raven and her father) it is also purposefully absurd (think Mad Mod, Granny Goodness, and the movie that took place in Japan). My first impression of Young Justice is that the tone will be more in line with (my favorite cartoon adaptation of all time) Justice League. And reasonably so. And that is actually why I am so disappointed. Shayera Hol, the version of Hawkgirl specifically from that series, is one of my top five characters in all of comic book fandom. Not just animated comic characters, not just DC comic characters, and not just girl-type comic characters. Of ALL characters in ALL of comics, Hawkgirl makes that list.

I do know that Miss Martian is a full member of the team and that Artemis — whoever she ends up being — is too. But this premiere was hyped up and scheduled for the Thanksgiving weekend to get us super excited (new episodes don’t air regularly until the new year) and I am not super excited. I am annoyed that I have to wait over a month to meet the girls. I am annoyed that I have to wait over a month to prove to my daughter who doesn’t read the internet hype that there are any girls. I am annoyed that I am stuck apologizing for this show that I did enjoy and want to be super excited for but I am not because instead of talking about how cool it is my peers and kids are asking “Are there any girls in this show?”

I do look forward to tuning in in January. But I wish I could say the same for my fourteen year old daughter.

Posted by Anika
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Scribbling Between the Lines

Posted by Jennifer

In previous installments of the Fantastic Fangirls Holiday Gift Guide, Caroline and Sigrid have shared, with eloquence, their personal trade paperback gift ideas. But in both cases, those graphic novels were self-contained stories outside the Big Two superhero universes. Here, I approach the question from a slightly different angle: What do you get for the person on your list who’s interested in mainstream superhero comics—but is completely terrified of continuity?

Anyone who knows me well knows that I’ve been trying to increase my knowledge of, and interest in, DC comics. It’s been a bit of an uphill battle. We’ve all witnessed my inability to appreciate Green Lantern: Rebirth, and I quit trying to make sense of Trinity two months ago. However, I’m not one to be easily dissuaded, and I’ve continued to take recommendations, primarily from Caroline. Her first recommendation, Denny O’Neil and Neal Adams’ Green Lantern/Green Arrow, proved to be a brilliant, if dated, piece of socially-conscious buddy comedy. But the first DC collection to really strike my fancy since New Frontier was a mostly-inconsequential 2000 miniseries from Mark Waid and Tom Peyer, with art by Barry Kitson and Tom Grindberg: Flash & Green Lantern: The Brave and the Bold.

Flash & Green Lantern: The Brave and the Bold, by Mark Waid, Tom Peyer, Barry Kitson, and Tom Grindberg

Flash & Green Lantern: The Brave and the Bold, by Mark Waid, Tom Peyer, Barry Kitson, and Tom Grindberg

The six issues of this series capture six distinct moments in the friendship of Hal Jordan and Barry Allen, the first post-Golden Age Green Lantern and Flash. The issues are each original, one-and-done stories set at different points in the characters’ continuity, but together they paint a portrait of a friendship that spanned decades of adventure and tragedy, spectacular success and spectacular failure. And though the series is frequently touching, it’s also, at its heart, fun, with witty banter and hijinks and running gags (Barry is always late, Hal is always broke) that somehow never get old. The writing sparkles, with tight plots and vibrant, yet surprisingly subtle, characterization, and the art, largely by Kitson (whose work on Marvel’s The Order is a favorite of mine) is neat and expressive.

The real success of the miniseries, though, is its accessibility. I’ve spoken before about accessibility, from the perspective of superhero cartoons. But Next Avengers largely achieved its accessibility by changing essential parts of the comic book history. This miniseries, on the other hand, exemplifies the way writers can scribble between the lines of continuity to craft new stories that are completely comprehensible to new readers while still paying tribute to the comics of yore. Before I read this miniseries, I knew next to nothing about Barry Allen, and even less about Jay Garrick and Alan Scott, the co-stars of the third (and probably best) issue. Yet, with carefully-placed exposition and illuminating character moments, Waid and Peyer not only helped me to understand the story—they made me want to read everything I could get my hands on about those three characters. Likewise, though I’ve read a bit of Hal Jordan’s continuity at this point, I remain clueless about the period he spent driving a truck with a sentient pink star as a sidekick. But that didn’t stop me from loving the issue set during that time, in which the fear of losing Barry keeps Hal from being sucked into a black hole that feeds on fearlessness. And when I read the issue set during the period of O’Neil and Adams’ Green Lantern/Green Arrow, canon I knew, that knowledge simply brought an extra level of excitement to my reading—not any kind of repetition-induced boredom.

X-Men: First Class Vol. 1, by Jeff Parker and Roger Cruz

X-Men: First Class Vol. 1, by Jeff Parker and Roger Cruz

In trying to think of a comparison to this series from the Marvel side of the equation, the best example I could think of was Jeff Parker and Roger Cruz’s brilliant X-Men: First Class. Since the beginning of its publication, X-Men: First Class has been one of the best books in Marvel’s catalogue. Like The Brave and the Bold, its standalone stories exist in the gaps between in-continuity events—specifically the gaps between the issues of Stan Lee and Jack Kirby’s original X-Men series, which featured the early adventures of Cyclops, Jean Grey, Iceman, Beast, and Angel, with their mentor Professor Xavier. Yet no knowledge of Stan and Jack’s work is necessary to understand the book. You don’t need to have read the issues where Bobby Drake encounters Thor to understand the X-Men: First Class issue about Thor’s return; you don’t need to know anything about the Lizard to read about the X-Men’s encounter with Dr. Curt Connors. Instead, you need only find affection for these five teenage characters—and Jeff Parker makes that task extraordinarily easy, with his strong sense of humor and vivid characterizations.

Parker also works his magic on the X-Men by reinventing their Silver Age adventures and personalities for a modern audience. It would be hard, I think, for any new comics fan to jump into comics from their actual Silver Age beginnings, with no context for the stilted dialogue, lengthy captions and thought bubbles, and 4-color panels. But Parker, like Waid and Peyer, is able to capture the spirit of those old comics without writing a pastiche of Silver Age style (a skill he does, in fact, possess, as witnessed in the current Age of the Sentry miniseries), and as a result new comics fans (particularly children, though this is by no means simply a kids’ book) can find exposure to the characters and the fun without having to slog through Stan Lee’s excessively quirky vocabulary. Parker modernizes the speech patterns and cultural references, and also consciously—particularly in later volumes—attempts to improve the imbalanced gender ratio by including female guest stars like the Invisible Woman, Medusa, and the Scarlet Witch to spend time with (the awesome, and happily alive) Jean Grey. But the Silver Age spirit is still very much present in these wacky, self-contained adventures of teenage spunkiness and comic book magic. Meanwhile, Cruz’s art, with its clean lines and Val Staples’ bright colors, captures the essence of Jack Kirby without aping his inimitable style.

Continuity can be scary for a new comics fan. But in these two volumes, Mark Waid, Tom Peyer, and Jeff Parker prove that continuity can be seen as a blessing, rather than a curse. Comics of the past provide limitless playgrounds for exploring the world between the issues—the scenes, to mix metaphors, that could have been “left on the cutting room floor.” And when these between-the-lines stories are skillfully executed, as they are in these two highly-recommended trade paperback collections, they can bring joy to the veteran comics fan and the newbie alike.

Email: Jennifer@fantasticfangirls.org
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Change You Can’t Believe In

Posted by Caroline

I got an email at work the other day, one of those Helpful Hints that Human Resources likes to send around in case any employees might accidentally be using their computers to do their jobs. “Be Careful Where You Shop!” the message said, and went on to list retail operations that are currently in bankruptcy or closing stores. “These Stores May Not Honor Gift Cards After Christmas!”

After saying a prayer of thanks to HR for skillfully honing in on one thing it hadn’t occurred to me to worry about, and giving me a holiday bonus of angst, I started to consider the implications. Here were some companies that were already hurting for business, and we were being warned to give them even less business. Why? Because there was reason to doubt the future. Nobody wants to invest in something that turns out to be worthless. I thought about the heads of America’s auto companies making the same argument to Congress: No one is going to spend money on new cars, the thought goes, if nobody believes the companies will be around in five years to service them.

And then, naturally, my mind turned to Ultimate X-Men.

As I mentioned in Q & A a while back, Ultimate X-Men was a comic I kept reading for a good year after I stopped caring about anything that happened in it. Don’t worry; this isn’t another article about the rising cost of comics. I’m a person who kept buying a weekly supply (including Ultimate X-Men), over a stretch of several months when I was unemployed. Not only did I keep buying them; it literally never occurred to me that I ought to stop. That alone should be evidence that I’m not in a position to dispense any kind of wisdom about economics.

At least, I’m not going to talk about money. But economics is more than cold, hard cash; it’s the science of choices. Even in a magical world where comics were free and creators could still make a living, not too many of us would decide to read everything. Comics take up our time, our storage space, and (occasionally embarrassing amounts of) our emotional energy.

It’s that last commodity that is often the tipping point between “reader” and “former reader.” However stupid it was of me, I kept spending my money on Ultimate X-Men even when I didn’t really have it. I kept taking the time to read, even when I recognized the book was pretty bad. I finally quit only when I realized the emotion I was spending on the story wasn’t ever going to pay off. It wasn’t that I stopped caring about the characters. It was that I started to suspect the character threads that I had been following through the story were never going to culminate in anything. And then there was this word I kept hearing.

Ultimatum.

What was Ultimatum? Nobody really knew. Marvel was advertising it, but they weren’t actually telling us anything. Ultimatum was going to be a Big Event. It was going to Change the Ultimate Universe. Forever!!!

ULTIMATUM EXPLODES EVERYTHING!!!  I DON'T CARE!!!

ULTIMATUM EXPLODES EVERYTHING!!! I DON'T CARE!!!

I started hearing about this series at least a year before the scheduled release. Before that, it wouldn’t have occurred to me that the Ultimate Universe — a small line of loosely linked titles that had been around for less than a decade — needed to be changed forever. If there was something so seriously wrong with the fictional universe I was reading about, then why exactly was I supposed to wait another year, and buy a dozen more comics, before anybody did anything about it?

I dropped Ultimate X-Men back in May. The first issue of Ultimatum finally came out this month. I haven’t heard that it was particularly good, or particularly awful. I haven’t read it, and I probably won’t. My point isn’t to make a judgment about the quality of a comic I’m not reading. It’s that the very existence of this comic — even just knowing it was going to exist in the future — made me less interested in reading comics that came before it, that might only have been tenuously related. Everything I heard about Ultimatum suggested the stories I was reading weren’t going to matter in a year. If I stayed on, I would be reading continual setup for an “event” that promised to make everything that had led to it obsolete.

Ultimatum did me a favor. It helped me dump a lousy book that I couldn’t afford, anyway. The trouble is, it’s not an isolated incident. I got seriously interested in DC Comics last fall. I read the brilliant weekly series 52 in trade paperback, and I asked around about what new DC books I should be reading. The first reactions I got contained a lot of, “Well. . .before long they’re having another Crisis. Crises change everything. Superboy might punch reality and then all bets are off. Go ahead and read, but I wouldn’t get too attached.” Over a year later, Final Crisis is set to wrap up at some indeterminate date, Batman may or may not be resting in peace, and new titles seem to get canceled every week with no replacements announced. Presumably, there will be DC Comics published in 2009, and presumably someone will be writing them, but that’s all that anybody seems to know at this point.

The main Marvel Universe is in better shape than either DC or the Ultimate Marvel books, but there’s still a lot of uncertainty. A few months ago, everything was leading up to Secret Invasion. Now, with SI drawing to a close, universe-architect Brian Michel Bendis has said that the whole invasion story was approved because the editors were so excited about what he had planned for the aftermath. That’s good to know, but, with everything barreling toward the next Big Event, it’s easy to miss what was supposed to be happening in the current one. Marvel’s ad campaigns hector us to “Embrace Change,” whether we like it or not.

“Event fatigue” has been a buzzword in comics fandom for a while, but I think the problem is a little more subtle. There’s nothing wrong with a “big” story, per se. I’m enjoying the hell out of the “New Krypton” crossover in the Superman books — and before last month, I’d never read a Superman comic in my life. “New Krypton” works because the writers are focusing on telling a good story first. If the universe changes because of the story, so be it. In the hands of writers Geoff Johns and James Robinson, there’s a sense that the story actually exists to say something, not just to set up a new status quo.

What “New Krypton” is doing right, and what the emphasis on status-quo shattering leaves, is that good stories don’t work by changing “everything.” They work by changing a few important things, and letting those things stay changed long enough to matter. Otherwise, unsatisfying stories start to pile up like worthless currency. The stories don’t have enough substance to matter on their own, and they don’t affect anything that matters, either. Smart readers are going to look at those comics like they’re coupons to get the stereo in a Buick serviced at Circuit City in 2012. And we’ll put them back on the rack.

Fear of Fear Itself: Green Lantern: Rebirth

Posted by Jennifer

As I confess in my bio, I’m not much of a DC reader. I’ve learned quite a bit about the DC Universe through various conversations with friends, and I’ve never had anything in particular against the company, but nothing ever compelled me to try it out. Finally, I decided it was about time I dipped my toes in. I read Darwyn Cooke’s wonderful New Frontier, and found myself intrigued by the character of Hal Jordan (Green Lantern), a known favorite of Caroline’s. So, on a trip to a local library, I snatched a Green Lantern book off the shelf on a whim, and brought it home. That book was Green Lantern: Rebirth.

On a technical level, this is a great miniseries. I can appreciate that. Ethan Van Sciver’s art (which I’d already adored in his issues of Grant Morrison’s New X-Men) is stunning, bold, and intricate, and my eyes were drawn to every page. And Geoff Johns’ writing is technically good, too. The pacing works, the story flows clearly and naturally, with a solid arc and an engaging climax, and the moments between characters feel, for the most part, real and moving. I didn’t know much about Hal Jordan, or his relationships with Oliver Queen and Carol Ferris and the various other Lanterns, but I was affected by their scenes all the same. Even as an outsider to the universe, I knew I was reading good stuff.

But the philosophical underpinnings of the book are so antithetical to what I believe that I couldn’t, in good conscience, enjoy it.

Hal Jordan is the Man Without Fear. It’s a common enough phrase. Marvel has one of those, too. Hal is brave and reckless and gets the job done. And all of these are fine, and frequently fascinating, character traits. But in Rebirth, Johns takes the idea to the extreme. As a retconned explanation for his past episodes of crazy destruction, Johns makes the claim that Hal was infected by fear – by the alien entity Parallax, the yellow embodiment of fear itself – and that it was this fear, this self-doubt and worry, that caused him to go “evil” before his death.

By the end of Rebirth, what we are led to believe – what Johns is essentially saying, by valorizing Hal’s fearlessness and demonizing (literally) his moment of self-doubt – is that a hero can only be heroic if he is constantly confident. Heroism, in the moral world of Rebirth, is uncompromising, unquestioned action and self-righteousness, and moments of thought and questioning and uncertainty are not merely dangerous, but downright evil. And while some might argue that this moral logic applies only to Hal, one particular special snowflake, the presence of this new Parallax – the source and result of all fear in this universe, enemy of all – extends it beyond Hal to the entire DCU.

This astounds me. Why should we want our heroes to be so certain? Why shouldn’t they take the time to think about their actions? Superheroes – and Green Lanterns in particular — are beings with unimaginable power, and Geoff Johns expects us to believe that they should never question how they’re using that power? That, because they are anointed by these rings, because they are pure and good heroes, they should never have to question themselves? That’s the kind of “we know we’re right, and we don’t have to listen to anyone else” logic that got the United States into the current quagmire in Iraq.

I don’t necessarily want to get political, and I in no way want to claim that Hal Jordan, or Geoff Johns, is the moral equivalent of the current administration. But there are also comparisons within the superhero genre. Over on the Marvel side of things, for instance, is Tony Stark (Iron Man), a character who has been vilified by many writers and most fans for the better part of two years for doing exactly the thing for which Hal Jordan is celebrated: believing he’s right against all opposition, and using his power to do those “right” things. In Tony Stark’s case, those things included locking his friends in prison without a trial. But is it so hard to imagine that Hal Jordan might use abuse his power in an equivalent way?

If this was the only issue at hand, I might have been able to cope. Americans have always been taught that “the only thing to fear is fear itself.” But Johns doesn’t stop there. He doesn’t simply vilify Hal’s fears, in the form of Parallax. Instead, he expands upon his idea by making Parallax an agent of fear – a being that achieves its goals by spreading fear in those infected by it. That’s why, in a climactic scene, Batman, a hero who has spent decades fighting crime by striking fear into the hearts of his opponents, is the only hero that Parallax is able to infect. Parallax is drawn to Batman, not because Batman is afraid, but because Batman uses fear to do his work. Batman, consequently, is treated as Hal Jordan’s natural foil, his opposite. Batman uses fear, and Hal is fearless.

But that isn’t a natural comparison. The opposite of fearlessness isn’t using fear; it’s being afraid. That’s what we’re taught about Hal’s villainous past; that’s what any logical, thinking person would say. But by positioning Batman as the opposite of Hal’s purity, Johns succeeds in conflating the two things – having fear, and using fear – to such an extent that it’s impossible to tell the difference. In the end, we are led to believe that being afraid is just as bad as spreading fear; that questioning yourself, questioning your righteousness, is not just problematic – it’s the moral equivalent of terrorism. And that’s a moral foundation I simply can’t respect, even in a fictional universe very different from my own.

The miniseries tries to temper these extreme ideas with the inclusion of Kyle Rayner, the “only Green Lantern who has known fear.” But in the end, Kyle saves the world with the other Lanterns by fighting against fear. And fearless, reckless Hal – his body restored to the state it was in before he knew Parallax – is the ultimate hero of the story, “the greatest of the Green Lanterns,” beloved by every character (except his already-demonized opposite, Batman) and celebrated most of all by Kyle himself. Kyle’s presence as a fearful Green Lantern simply feels like an afterthought, a bone thrown to anyone who might not think complete fearlessness is the world’s greatest thing.

The fact is, I don’t want my heroes to be fearless. Fearlessness isn’t courage; it’s reckless stupidity. Courage is weighing your options, being afraid, and trying to do the best you can anyway, not assuming your first, untried idea is automatically right. I don’t want my heroes to be brooding, self-doubting messes all of the time — no one wants another Sentry – but I do expect a level of thought and self-analysis. I want Cyclops, with his crises of confidence; I want Captain America, with his crises of faith. And if heroes are naturally reckless and thoughtless, I want to see that explored with a level of skepticism about its value. Those personality types can often be useful, and quite interesting, in fiction – I love Tony Stark, after all – but when they’re held up as paragons of virtue and honor for that behavior, as Hal Jordan is in Rebirth, I find myself hitting a wall.

Rebirth was published several years ago. I haven’t read any other Green Lantern titles. I don’t know how this story continued. If this philosophy of fearlessness became more nuanced over time, I’ll be glad to hear it. But Rebirth, as a story unto itself, presents a moral universe so unappealing that I’m not sure I can move past it, and I’m not sure I want to get to know Geoff Johns’ Hal Jordan, however interesting the character may otherwise be.

Comments expressed here are mine and mine alone, and do not reflect on the rest of the Fantastic Fangirls. Counter-argument is both welcomed and encouraged.

Minx

Posted by Sigrid.

“MINX is the first graphic novel imprint designed exclusively for teenage girls. Launched in 2007, MINX is an imprint of DC Comics, the second largest publisher of comic books and graphic novels in North America.”

— From the official Minx website

The Minx line of graphic novels recently ceased publication. Heidi MacDonald has an excellent comprehensive post about the end, here. I’m not going to replicate that. I am interested in something slightly different — did DC, in fact, publish what they meant to? Did they publish “smart, original stories about real girls in the real world … resulting in unexpected adventures”? I own and have read all the Minx titles. And I think the answer is yes, DC did publish exactly what they said they would.

There’s a rule — more of a guideline, really — in plotting stories that I have heard referred to as “the Joss rule of the supernatural,” named after Joss Whedon. The rule is, don’t figure out what the Big Bad will be in a given story and then write how the characters react. Figure out, instead, what the characters are struggling with in their lives. Then pick a situation or antagonist that will exacerbate the personal problem, or force the character to face the thing they are avoiding, or push the character to action. The Minx books follow this guide.

The world is vast, and I am the center of it. This is the point of view of many (though not all) Young Adult protagonists. Not in a particularly self-aware sense, but in a social and emotional development sense. YA protagonists are incredibly self-absorbed, reaching for the first time in their lives for true depth, for understanding, for a place in a world so much larger than themselves. This is one of the key journeys of adolescence.

The Minx titles each begin with a girl who has just suffered a change in circumstance. This external change is the mirror and catalyst of the internal change that needs to occur. Actual teenagers are a blend of sociopathically self-centered and profoundly altruistic. The protagonists in Minx — particularly in Confessions of a Blabbermouth, Kimmie66, and The Plain Janes — are jerked out of insular comfort by events that force them to recognize that they are connected to others in ways they did not intend or understand.

The events vary. In The Plain Janes, Jane’s life is turned over by an act of domestic terrorism and its consequences — her parents’ reaction, a move to a new town. Telly Kade, in Kimmie66, is searching for the truth behind a friend’s recent suicide. Tasha, the self proclaimed Blabbermouth, is forced to deal with her mom’s new boyfriend and said boyfriend’s irritating daughter. And for Lottie Brook (of Clubbing) the change is a move to the country and away from London.

The Minx books do feature real girls. The adventures have unexpected elements. But what makes these stories work is the Joss Rule. The plots of displacement, of new family, of loss are mere catalysts, interacting with the internal disruption the protagonists are experiencing to effect a change of state. Telly is isolated from the real world: her search for Kimmie is what leads her to connect with people. Jane is afraid and is worried that the world is irretrievably ugly after her experience with terrorism. She finds a way to be brave and create beauty and at the same time learns to trust people again. Brody (in Water Baby) has to learn how to be a whole person without a leg. The arrival of her ex-boyfriend gives her a chance to tell him she doesn’t need him.

The Minx stories are all tales of bravery. More importantly, they are tales of trying. Making an effort, failing, trying again or trying differently. They are stories about seeing something outside of yourself and knowing that this may be one of the most important things with which you will ever engage. They are stories of lowercase heroes, achievable courage, and the villainies next door.

These may not be the stories that interest you. If so, feel free to skip over the little graphic novels wedged in amongst the manga titles. But if you think this sounds good — if coming of age stories are your cup of tea, if you love to read about real people dealing with the actual problems of life amidst unusual circumstances, then ask your local comics retailer to order copies of the Minx graphic novels for you.

The Minx line was deemed a commercial failure. But it was an artistic success.