I like how in the Water Phoenix King world, a ship that rides down from the sky on a road of molten fire isn’t damnation. It’s just a change of employment. Also, I have been reading old Thor, which is really coming out in the colors.
I’ve also been reading Kamandi: The Last Boy on Earth by Jack Kirby, a book that truly defines “historical value only.†Rehashed Planet of the Apes with a menagerie of animals crossed with stale 60s apocalypse tropes. And to make it worse, a giant sausage-fest. That’s the weird thing about going back and reading a lot of these old comics—there are No. Women. I mean, there also tend to be no minorities, but I blame that more on segregation and ignorance. The near-total absence of women, though, is just plain creepy, since these writers and artists must have interacted with women. I mean, 20th century America wasn’t known for its harems; there were women outside, some of them even with jobs. Yet the moment these artists aren’t drawing Manhattan or Peoria—the second we’re in the post-apocalypse or in deep space—the women just vanish. It’s creepy.
It’s a man’s life in the post-apocalypse!
Also, I love how Corva is literally riding off into the sunset.
In some cases, at least, post-apocalypse fiction keeps the women out of view on the idea that the women would be hidden away in the most protected spaces available, so as to preserve the only ones who can bear new children to preserve the species. Only the men can be risked dying.