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Tuesday, May 31, 2011

DC Comics Goes Completely Nuts

So, here we are, minding our own business, getting ready for the Green Lantern and Captain America movies next month -- and then, all of a sudden, DC Comics decides to go completely, off the reservation crazy. Sigh.

I guess we might as well dig in and try to make sense of this.

For those of you who haven't heard the news, here's the deal: this August, DC is rebooting their entire universe. Yep. New versions of all their characters, apparently with new costumes and in some cases new origins and powers as well.

And that's not all: to kick this off, they aren't going to half-ass it like they did after Crisis on Infinite Earths; no, this time around their entire line will relaunch, with every single title starting over at #1. That includes, you know, Batman, Superman, Detective Comics and Action Comics -- those last two, in case you were wondering, having maintained their current numbering system since they debuted in 1937 and 1938 respectively.

But those are just the details, because hidden beyond the character reboots and the renumbering firestorm sure to follow (which I may or may not start momentarily) is an announcement probably even more important to the comic book industry: DC is also going to begin offering all of these titles digitally, online, on the same day they go on sale at comic shops. In other words, goodbye, comic shops, hello iPad, because the future of comics is apparently here right now.

Whew. That's a lot. But wait, there's a little more: the details of the reboot, which involves Jim Lee redesigning all the characters (even though, as his atrociously fug Wonder Woman outfit proves, his designs mostly suck); a new Justice League title by the team of Geoff Johns and Jim lee, which will form the center of this new DCU; and a new lineup that will include 52 different titles. A number, of course, that has special significance in the DCU since there are 52 alternate universes -- a "coincidence" that has more than one fan or blogger already speculating that this entire new line is actually going to be just DC's version of the Ultimate universe.

So first, my knee jerk reaction: I don't care about rebooting the characters at all, in part because I don't follow current DC continuity anyway. And to be frank, it's so confusing at this point anyway -- just in the last few years we've had Infinite Crisis reshaping reality in undefined and random ways and the multi-verse returning with 52 alternate worlds, not to mention the confusing mish-mash that was Final Crisis -- that maybe a reboot is the only way to clean it up.

However, it will come as no surprise to anyone that I am opposed on all levels to renumbering Action Comics and Detective Comics, not to mention Superman and Batman. In the case of Action and Detective, I just feel that those numbers represent something important -- not comic book continuity, but continuity with our own past and the industry's history. Action and Detective and their numbering means something to comic book readers; they mean something to me; and it's unfortunate they it don't apparently mean much to Dan Didio.

Not that I expect any numbering change on those titles to be permanent in any sense of the word. I have no doubt that, by the time we get to what should be Action #1000, they will revert the numbering as yet another blatant, cheap sales ploy. But really, are they so desperate for a few extra bucks that they can't figure out a way to just keep the stupid numbering out of respect for all the creators and fans that have gone before them? What kind of legacy is that, exactly? "Dan DiDio, the guy who ran DC so far into the ground that they had to renumber Detective Comics after 74 years." Congrats on that.

I also think it's unlikely that this is an Ultimate universe situation, though the reverse may be true. In other words, 52 titles is just too big for this to anything but the main universe; heck, they're only putting out like 30 right now. But they might find a way to continue certain creator driven series like Grant Morrison's Batman titles by keeping them on as some sort of alternate world, multiverse storyline for old timey fans.

Finally, of course, the big news really is the distribution system. Comic shop owners are already pitching a fit about the fact that DC will be selling the titles digitally on the same day they come out in hard copy, as it deincentivizes people from going to the comic shop. of course, I don't think this will have a big impact at first and perhaps, as DC is hoping, it will even drive new audiences to try the comics since they will be able to just download them on their iPad or whatever instead of trying to track them down in some grubby basement comic shop filled with weirdos like you and me. I certainly hope so. Eventually, of course, I think this will have a major impact on the direct sales market, but let's face it -- it was inevitable, and by taking the lead, DC has probably done a smart thing by stealing the march on Marvel.

One thing is sure, though: after today, changes are coming, not just to the DCu but to comic books as we know them. Whether the changes are good or bad is something we'll all have to wait to find out.

Wednesday, March 3, 2010

Decade in Review: Return of the Speculator

I originally had planned to discuss the state of the collecting market at length as part of my Decade in Review series later in the year (past topics include Conquering Hollywood and The Big Event), but considering some of the high profile sales that have taken place over the last couple weeks, now seemed like a good time to talk about how the stratification of the collecting market is once again posing a danger to the hobby.

That may seem like a strange sentiment considering the immediate impact of those sales. which began on February 22, when the blogosphere went gaga over the sale of a copy of Action Comics #1 for a cool $1 million dollars. The sale event managed to even grab the attention of the usually uninterested mainstream media, which gave the auction house behind the deal an unfortunate platform to hype his business and the comic collecting market.

"When you look at what happened to real estate, the stock market and in banking, people are terrified. They're making no money in the banks, they're not sure about real estate, and the stock market is like playing roulette," Vincent Zurzolo from ComicConnect told CNN. "With comic books, they feel a lot more confident."

Zurzolo's statements seemed to be backed up by the much less hyped sale on February 26 of a copy of Detective Comics #27 for $1,075,000 to another unnamed collector -- or is it investor? While that sale was a little more complex -- the actual sale price was $900,000, with the other $175,000 being an auction fee -- the amount was still multiple times that of any other non-Action #1 ever sold.

But while non-collectors and auctioneers around the world were greeting the news as a sign that the comic hobby is thriving and vibrant -- in addition to claiming that the sale of Action #1 "is the single most important event in comic book history," Zurzolo also posited that it put comic collecting on the same level as fine art -- long time comic readers and fans were shaking their heads, because we've seen this before. And the last time it happened, the entire industry almost collapsed.

That, veterans of the speculator wars may recall, was in the mid-90's. Much like baseball cards during the same period, comic collecting as a hobby took off like a rocket in the late 1980's and early 90's, with sales figures increasing seemingly exponentially. Marvel's much-hyped launch of a new X-Men book in 1991, powered by hot artist Jim Lee, sold over 7 million copies, just one of a number of books to crack the million mark, a figure that previously hadn't been reached since the industry's Golden Age heyday during World War II. Business was booming.

But there was a major difference between the 40's and the 90's: people in the Golden Age were actually reading and enjoying the comics they bought. In the 90's, though, the sales were being artificially inflated by speculators who, hoping to capitalize on rising back issue prices (themselves artificially inflated by Wizard, which notoriously published a "price guide" designed to push specific back issues that the publishers were trying to sell on the secondary market). Assuming that demand would continue to rise and that first issues and character debuts would in future years become hot commodities, speculators began buy dozens of copies of every hyped release. And with magazines like Wizard pushing everyone onward, regular readers (including myself) got in on the act as well. Soon everyone was buying baskets of comics and socking them away for the presumed payday.

So what happened? Well, the companies began turning out specials editions, collector item first issues and gimmick foil crossover events as fast as the presses could run, trying to strike while the iron was hot. People were buying anything regardless of quality, after all, so rather than focus on craft the big publishers began chasing the latest trends and pumping out as much "kewl" product as possible. One problem though: the people actually reading these comics began leaving, first slowly and then in droves, as the quality of the comics declined and the characters and series they followed were prostituted out to the speculator market. Combined with some shady behind the scenes deals (Marvel's attempt to monopolize the national distribution system, for instance, and their disastrous merger with ToyBiz) and the entire industry almost collapsed -- and has never really come close to recovering (consider that December saw only one title reach 100,000 copies, and that just barely -- a far cry indeed from Jim Lee's X-Men #1).

Now, you may be wondering what this history lesson has to do with anything, but for long time collectors, statements like Zurzolo's that encourage people to view comics as an investment commodity rather than as entertainment to be enjoyed or an artform to be appreciated are enough to set off alarm bells. And that, in turn, is fueled in part by the real threat to the collecting market and the rason these books sold for so much in the first place, namely the new hyper-critical grading system and the rise of CGC.

For those not familiar with it, CGC -- the Certified Guarantee Company -- is a comic grading service that purports to supply neutral, third party review by expert graders to provide the industry with a standard grading system that ensures fair trade when, for instance, you buy comics sight unseen from eBay. And, indeed, on the surface this does seem to work as it should in some segments of the secondary market, such as with Golden Age comics, where the supply is limited and grades are usually low as most books have seen decades of use.

[Note: As an aside, and probably deserving its own topic, it should be mentioned here that the CGC itself has been accused by many people of being little more than the next generation Wizard price guide scam, as the service has frequently been accused of providing false high grades to inflate prices for the seller and, of course, the CGC is hyped incessantly in the pages of Wizard itself in an attempt to push the service and CGC graded back issues -- something made more problematic by the fact that the service is too expensive for most individual collectors to use, meaning dealers who can send in bulk orders have a near monopoly on the service and thus the supply of CGC graded back issues.]

Where things really start breaking down, though, is the use of CGC for newer comics. Beginning in the 1960's, during the Silver Age, comic collecting as we now know it came into being, meaning there are many more copies of each back issue available. And considering the massive drop off in readership caused in part by the last wave of speculators (Uncanny X-Men, for instance, sold just 68k copies in December compared to over 400,000 monthly two decades ago), that in turn means that there are actually more copies of many comics than there are actual collectors who want them. Considering that all collectibles (and business in general) are based on the concept of supply versus demand, this would seem to cause a drop in back issue prices.

However, the opposite has occurred, especially in the realm of CGC graded comics and the reason is simple: many speculators are no longer buying the comic, they are buying the CGC grade. In order to ensure that their grade is accurate and uncompromised, the CGC seals every comic they grade in an airtight case; if the seal is broken, the grade is no longer valid, as they can no longer guarantee that some damage hasn't occurred to the comic. This, of course, has the additional affect of also ensuring that nobody can actually read the comic without invalidating the CGC grading, meaning that most CGC graded comics are not collected as a comic to be read, but rather as a static object. The CGC part is more important than the comic part. The most glaring example of this? For newer comics, a CGC certified comic will often sell for multiple times the amount of the exact same comic in the exact same condition that doesn't have the CGC label. In other words, having that mark adds a massive premium unrelated to the actual comic itself. Indeed, the CGC slab is so important, I have personally seen people giving a premium to CGC copies based on the condition of the CGC case itself!

So if you aren't going to read the story but instead can only look at the cover and the protective case, the appearance of the comic -- reflected by the grade -- is really the only important thing. It's just an object, a poster or a paperweight. Further, since supply is greater than demand, many collectors have multiple copies of each back issue to pick from, meaning that even among high grade comics, the tiniest imperfection can mean all the difference. After all, if you have the choice between a comic graded 9.6 and one graded 9.8, well, why not pick the better copy?

The final result of this? Massive inflation of comics with the highest grades. It wasn't long ago, after all, that the highest selling copy of Action Comics #1 was only $317,000. Thanks to the fact that Zurzolo's copy was an 8.0, one of the highest unrestored CGC copies in existence, though, it sold for a massive premium. Again: nobody is ever going to actually read this comic. What matters isn't the content, but the pedigree.

That, though, almost makes sense considering the historic importance of Action Comics #1 and Detective Comics #27. What doesn't make sense is how speculators have taken this new collecting trend -- the need for the highest number -- and applied it to new comics. Dealers, who, as I've mentioned have a near monopoly on the service, will often go through their brand new comics when they receive a shipment, cherry pick the best copies in the batch and send them off to be CGC graded. When they return with a 9.8 or a 10.0 grade -- what you would expect a brand new, unread comic off the press to receive -- they inflate the price to 50 or 100 times cover value and sell it as a high-grade commodity.

And speculators are buying them up. Collectors and readers, of course, can buy a comic off the shelf in nearly the same grade for cover price; but speculators push the marketplace, which is why a CGC 9.9 copy of New Mutants #87 -- which lists for a reasonable $40 for a non-CGC 9.4 -- recently sold for $2900 on eBay. Now, keep in mind that for a non-expert, the difference between a 9.4 and a 9.9 is probably undetectable to begin with. And then ask yourself this: does anybody really care about Cable enough to actually pay $2900 for his first appearance?

The one upside to this phenomenon -- or, at least, it's not a downside -- is that, unlike the speculation boom in the 90's, this latest boondoggle doesn't actually affect the publishing industry itself but rather only has its teeth sunk into the secondary market. But for collectors, the comic book world has become an increasingly bizarre place to be; as investors and speculators search for the highest grade comics for their sealed vaults, they have managed to actually shift how comics are graded, so that a comic that would have been graded as a Near Mint twenty years ago might only qualify as a Very Fine today. The tiniest imperfection can mean the difference between a 9.0 and a 9.8 and, in turn, lower or raise the value on the market by a factor of ten -- or a hundred. And even more: if you do end up with a comic in high grade, with a high value, now you have to worry about the possibility of destroying the value simply by reading it. Even a stress mark at a staple caused by opening the cover could be enough to drop the value in half. All seeming to defy the most basic of logic, because as demand falls further and further and fewer and fewer collectors stay in the hobby, prices for the highest grade comics -- now reduced to simple objects or investments -- skyrocket wildly out of control.

One thing is certain: as sure as the speculator market crashed in the 1990's, it will crash again. Ironically, it may be the same vehicle that has pushed this inflation that will eventually cause it's deflation as well: eBay. That's because the online sales service has already revolutionized collecting. No longer do collectors have to schlep all over the country, going to comic shops and conventions trying to find that one back issue they need, only to discover the price has been jacked up by the dealer who controls local supply. Instead, comic fans can go to eBay and often find multiple copies of whatever back issue they need, which in turn leads to lower prices. Anything you need can be found there, after all, something that most price guides have yet to realize; ironically, while the high end CGC copies are going through the roof, regular, solid non-CGC copies are often selling for just a fraction of the listed price guide value.

In the end, then, this should be a warning to anyone out there who believes Zurzolo's claim that the comic back issue market is safer than stocks or bonds or other traditional investments. As long as there are comics and as long as there's a Superman, Action #1 will have value. But these days, the entire secondary market is little more than a house of cards being propped up by speculators and shady businessmen like the folks at Wizard, trying to promote this back issue Ponzi scheme for their own short-term financial gain. Real fans and real collectors will buy the comics they love, because they love them. Any other reason for spending money on back issues is a sure recipe for financial disaster.



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Thursday, November 12, 2009

Tales From the Vault: DETECTIVE COMICS #348

It's almost the weekend and that means just one thing: it's time for another juicy, random back issue. What better way to kick things off, after all, than with a relaxing jaunt through comics history? Up for consideration today: Detective Comics #348, which came out just a few short weeks before the Batman TV show hit the air and became a massive pop sensation. So what was the series like before camp took over? Let's find out...

...together!


Details: The story is titled "Birdmaster of BEDLAM!" and has a cover date of February, 1966. There aren't any credits, but Bob Kane's signature appears on the splash page. Not in a "created by" credit, but just his signature. The chances of this actually being Bob Kane art are about zilch, as he had a studio of schleps working under him by this point; he was, however, a big enough name to push the writer credit entirely out of the book, so there’s no mention of who wrote this story. Stay classy, Bob Kane.

Synopsis: Right off the bat (no pun intended, of course), a blurb on the splash page explains the plot of the story. In your face, decompression. Seems Birdmaster is a guy who collects all manner of rare flying animals, and so he needs Batman and Robin to finish his collection because of their codenames. Well, why not. Makes as much sense as The Collector did.

Our story really starts, though, in an airport, where the new Miss USA is kissing Bruce Wayne goodbye with the comment that the best part of winning the title is "a date with Bruce Wayne and Dick Grayson". Uh, that sounds like a really awkward date. Robin is watching them embrace with the comment "Wish I were old enough to rate a blast-off like that!" which... okay, I'm not going to rehash all the old Batman and Robin gay jokes, but really, they are totally asking for it with stuff like this.

Then she does end up giving Robin a peck on the cheek and he responds with this:

"Yeoww! All systems are go! Go! GO!"

Seriously, you cannot make this stuff up. Maybe Bob Kane can, but nobody else could.

Anyway, the chick, Mona, takes off (in a plane, not in a metaphor), but suddenly her plane crashes. Batman and Robin rush to the scene and put out the fire with their capes -- that's pretty good work -- but discover they are too late: Mona is dead. Wow, I have to say I didn't expect that. Batman and Robin investigate, and the pilot says that the plane was attacked by a flock of birds. This is backed up by maydays suddenly coming in from all the planes in the air, which are also being attacked by birds.

The FAA immediately grounds all planes, but Batman hops in his jet and he and Robin take off to try and lure the Birdmaster out of hiding. Of course, they get attacked, to which Robin responds by saying "Seems like he's trying to give us the bird!" Er... did the Code people even read this comic?

Anyway, the birds attack the Batplane, and Batman blasts a bunch of them with rockets, but a flock of "medic birds" swoop in and carry the injured ones to safety. Heck, even birds have universal health care! C'mon, Congress!

Batman and Robin just can't shake the birds, though, so they set the Batplane to autopilot and bail out. This temporarily throws the birds off the trail, but when the duo lands, they find themselves face to face with a group of men wearing bird costumes. Yes, henchmen of... THE BIRDMASTER! A fight ensues, but then, well.... let's let Batman explain:

"Look out, Robin! They've got NOSE-GUNS! They're shooting knockout gas at us!"

Yes, the bird people all snort toxic gas in unison and take out the dynamic duo, because they apparently work for Cheech and Chong. Then a bunch of birds swoop down with a giant net and cart them off to a giant cliffside citadel. Once there, they are deposited in a cage, captives of... BIRDMASTER! Birdmaster turns out to be a bearded goof wearing a turban, and he has his condors and vultures attack Batman and Robin for sport.

Cleverly, though, there's no top to the cage, so the duo just climb over the side and clobber all the henchmen. Fearing for his life, Birdmaster flees. He jumps in a plane and take off, and of course, his birds, trained to wreck any plane they see, smash into it and he dies in a fiery crash. Yes, it’s the rare double-dumbass oversight combo by the villain. And you were wondering why he never caught on.

THE END!

Next up is the backup story, an Elongated Man tale called "My Wife, the Witch!". Ralph and Sue are tooling around on vacation or something and they come to an inn. The innkeeper doesn't have their reservations, though, so the only room he has available is the haunted Room 13. They take it and have no troubles, but the next morning, while Ralph is getting his car looked at, Sue finds a tome of spells. Most of the spells are missing, but she tries a couple and they work.

Of course, she just has to call the garage and tell Ralph to buy a bunch of witchcraft supplies so she can try some more spells. Now, that doesn't seem like a great idea, but they are adventurers I guess. Truns out the town they are in is a town famous for witchcraft; yes, they are in the town of "Malem". I can't think of any reason why they didn't just call it Salem, but whatever.

While he's buying the goods, some thieves show up with pistols to rob the place. Ralph fights them, and he's apparently famous enough that they recognize him right away; even the good folks in far off Malem have heard of the Elongated Man.

Anyway, during the fight, one of them drops his weapon to surrender, but the gun is rigged to explode with gas when it hits the floor. Obviously. However, E-Man stretches his nose out the window to get fresh air, I kid you not, and defeats them all.

Back at the inn, Ralph shows up with the goodies and suddenly smells a mystery. He deduces that the ringleader of the gang purposely left out the book of spells so that Ralph would go to the local witch museum to buy supplies. He then sent his men there to get captured so he could keep all the loot himself. Why do these people always come up with the most convoluted plots imaginable? You’d think that Gardner Fox was writing th… oh.

Sure enough, E-Man is correct: that was the big plan. The ringleader is the innkeeper, and he rigged up the room so that Sue would think her spells were working. However, Ralph jumps him before he can make his getaway. Once again, the guy has a special gas gun, this time with a gas that blinds Ralph. Ralph, however, stretches himself so that his arms and legs cover the whole room, so that if the guy moves at all, Ralph will feel it and grab him. And... yep, it works.

THE END!


Extras: There’s not a lot going on outside the main stories (or inside them either), but it seems that the readers also were getting a little tired of the Bob Kane figurehead act, as several of them have written in to ask who wrote different issues; editorial responds by teasing them and asking them to guess who wrote the Birdmaster story. But you can’t fool us, DC; we know Kane would hobble anyone who dared reveal the truth.


My Grades: BIRDMASTER! gets a C- for being awful; a B+ for actually having the unexpected nuts to kill that chick at the beginning (sorry, Gail Simone!); and an A+ for slipping subtext past the censors. The Elongated Man story gets a B- for having Elongated Man in it, which is almost always a guarantee of coma-inducing boredom.



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