I read Cerebus when I was a teen. It was probably the deepest
comic I'd read yet. This was just around the time the term "graphic
novel" was becoming popular, but men like Sim, Moore, and others had
been doing this for a while.
Cerebus taught me
that this art form was depthless. Longer page counts than any novel,
and filled with art - comic form was WORTHY... as any other medium. It
had paid its dues. I started to be proud of what I'd read.
And
Cerebus had scenes of such breathtaking beauty and sadness. Single
pages that stood striking and stark. Jaka returning the sword is one
scene that really got to me. I love seeing these sorts of frozen
moments now.
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