Looking back at posts from February 2024, I don’t really have many “real” posts—much like February 2025. I’m not sure why, but February always catches me flat-footed with blog posts. I suppose I just get lazy this time of year for some reason—and busy!
So I’m jumping to March 2024 a bit prematurely to bring you this post about a great comic book miniseries I read some years ago. Rereading my synopsis of it, it’s pretty grim—and worth rereading itself.
With that, here is “TBT^4: Hawkworld“:
I don’t have much to say today. I am absolutely wiped, and today is one of my busiest days of the year.
I haven’t had much time to read comics, but the one discussed here adequately depicts the societal ennui and decadence that seems increasingly prevalent in our world.
With that, here is “TBT^2: Hawkworld“:
This weekend my older brother will be running the Myrtle Beach Marathon, which means we’ll be feasting on seafood and good times (and he’ll be running 26.2 miles, so he’ll have earned the festivities; I’m just driving him to the starting line). I’m hoping that’ll mean a trip to Player’s Choice, an amazing comics and collectibles store that is, improbably, the anchor store (essentially) for a failing mall.
The idea of picking up three comics for $7 (as I did when I scooped up Hawkworld in 2021) seems unheard of in this Age of Hyperinflation. I don’t know how much inflation has affected the price of used comic books, but the idea of getting three of anything for seven bucks seems like some kind of fevered fantasy these days.
I really enjoyed this comic and its storyline of a decadent empire in decline, and the message seems eerily prescient for us in these latter days of the American Empire.
Gulp!
With that, here is 3 March 2023’s “TBT: Hawkworld“:
With war in Europe and lots of foolishness here at home, it seemed like a good time to look back at the excellent three-book miniseries, Hawkworld. It details the stellar character arc of Katar Hol (Hawkman, essentially) and his rise, fall, and redemption in a corrupt, decadent empire. His home planet of Thanagar sustains its selfish elite on cheap labor and imported luxuries, doping its citizens with designer drugs and endless parties.
It’s like a grimmer, grimier Metropolis (1927). It’s also a powerful Silver Age comic that I highly recommend, and one I will probably reread soon myself.
With that, here is 9 March 2021’s “Hawkworld“:
The Portly Politico 