These books make me think classic comic books. They fit the stereotype of horror related, high half toned print, bright color blocking, and the infamous monster with beautiful helpless woman.
But what really intrigued me was how the illustrations can stay so intense for so long, yet still be effective without becoming tiring. Reading panels kept me in a sense of restlessness; every social interaction and movement, no matter now small, was drawn out with bright colors and heavy lines.
It also interests me how these first comic books were so much more acceptable then as a form of entertainment then how they are now. By saying that I note that I am trying to exclude the common knowledge that newer generations don't prefer print or reading.
I am talking more about the genre; the core idea of what these comics represented that I feel is lost now. I think the idea of entertainment and imagination had a completely different structure then. Now we are so overly saturated with complex super heroes and special effects that we have become jaded.
There was a sense of satisfaction reading these comic books that brought me down to why I consider things entertaining and spooky. I will always wonder what it was like to read these books when they were considered modern; the novelty of the oldness always messes with my head. To process these books without modern day over saturation would change the experience completely.
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