There’s always a blessed but mostly-powerless minority of comics creators that endeavours to improve the unwashed readership’s minds… nearly never at Marvel, most often at DC. Most impressive, in my view, were his erudition and discerning eye for a fine short story. At DC from the mid-1960s to the end of his life, he edited, wrote, packaged and compiled his heart out. I had planned to feature quite another tale this week, but seeing as we are in the torrid grip of quite the heat wave, I opted in the end for something more topical I’d been saving on the back burner.Įdward Nelson Bridwell (1931–1987) is one of those scarcely-noticed but greatly accomplished figures of American comics. « Neither of us had seen a ghost, but I knew what he meant.
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