Everything else I've been meaning to post about this week gets preempted for the moment so I can comment on just how extraordinarily pleased I am with the final issue of Y: The Last Man.
I got into this comic when it was roughly a year and a half into its run, and I've been addicted to it ever since. I've always liked comics. I have fun when I'm let loose in a comic book store, and when Mike ends up having to go without me, I usually read everything he comes back with.
But until Y, I've never felt the irrepressible need to have a comic as soon as it's released. And while I'll admit the dialogue's snappier than I think most people are capable of on such a regular basis -- but I won't complain about that because I enjoy the hell out of it in this particular comic -- I've never met a comic book with a cast I felt was so wonderfully rich and layered and flawed and... human. I've come to care so much about these characters.
The plague was important but not what the story was really all about. It was about Yorick. It was about who he is in the first issue, who he is in the last issue, and the infinitely fascinating group of individuals -- almost all women -- who help that evolution along in their post-apocalyptic world.
It's a story about Yorick, one of the single most likeable protagonists I've ever had the pleasure of reading about in comics or any other medium.
It's a story about people and how they grow.
( spoilers for #60 below the cut )
Thank you, Brian and Pia (and the rest of the Y crew), for a hell of a story. Thanks for creating characters who seemed so real I couldn't help but grow to love them. Thanks for the sheer beauty of the wordless panels, particularly in these last few emotional issues. Thanks for lines like (and I doubt I'm quoting them all exactly right from memory) humor died with the dudes and that's some 'Who's on First' shit and repent or burn and you can't tell, but right now I'm giving you a knowing wink and countless others that I doubt I'll ever be able to remember without smiling over.
I've loved this comic.
[Edited to add that there are also spoilers in the comments.]
I got into this comic when it was roughly a year and a half into its run, and I've been addicted to it ever since. I've always liked comics. I have fun when I'm let loose in a comic book store, and when Mike ends up having to go without me, I usually read everything he comes back with.
But until Y, I've never felt the irrepressible need to have a comic as soon as it's released. And while I'll admit the dialogue's snappier than I think most people are capable of on such a regular basis -- but I won't complain about that because I enjoy the hell out of it in this particular comic -- I've never met a comic book with a cast I felt was so wonderfully rich and layered and flawed and... human. I've come to care so much about these characters.
The plague was important but not what the story was really all about. It was about Yorick. It was about who he is in the first issue, who he is in the last issue, and the infinitely fascinating group of individuals -- almost all women -- who help that evolution along in their post-apocalyptic world.
It's a story about Yorick, one of the single most likeable protagonists I've ever had the pleasure of reading about in comics or any other medium.
It's a story about people and how they grow.
( spoilers for #60 below the cut )
Thank you, Brian and Pia (and the rest of the Y crew), for a hell of a story. Thanks for creating characters who seemed so real I couldn't help but grow to love them. Thanks for the sheer beauty of the wordless panels, particularly in these last few emotional issues. Thanks for lines like (and I doubt I'm quoting them all exactly right from memory) humor died with the dudes and that's some 'Who's on First' shit and repent or burn and you can't tell, but right now I'm giving you a knowing wink and countless others that I doubt I'll ever be able to remember without smiling over.
I've loved this comic.
[Edited to add that there are also spoilers in the comments.]