“What would the Gotham City of 100 years ago have been like?” The back cover begs the question. Flip to the front cover … it doesn’t look that much different from the typical modern Batman: heartbroken, a lonesome pose among the skyscrapers. This image evokes both the classic figure of Spawn and the color palette of the interior art, composed of muddy burnt siennas, navy blues, blacks and the impure yellow or orange of a dirty gas lamp.

The art team, featuring future Hellboy creator Mignola, use complementary styles that lead to visual uniformity throughout the book. Representative of the title, the color palette brings alive the look of the alternate late nineteenth-century settings of London, England and Gotham as dominated by the lack of clean electric lighting.

In the frequent shadows lurks not only Batman but also Jack the Ripper. They have similar cravings for the darkness and seem to thrive in it; Batman would be a bit harder to see in a world that had, by today’s standards, highly inadequate lighting and a society that lived in an age of superstition. Gaslight serves as part murder mystery with a case of severe mistaken identity and part origin story for the Dark Knight. Continue reading “Gotham by Gaslight: A Tale of the Batman”

In continuing my theme from last month, with my focus on Elseworlds Superman stories, this month I will be reviewing Superman: Speeding Bullets. The premise of the story should make any Superman or Batman fan salivate with its endless possibilities, as the plot twines itself around the notion that the Wayne parents find Kal-El’s rocket, resulting in the Last Son of Krypton becoming Bruce Wayne, not Clark Kent; thus, Kal-El becomes the Batman, the ultimate-powered superhero crossed with perhaps the smartest hero (in this ’verse, anyway). I was thoroughly primed and motivated to read this book.

Now all I had to do was hunt down a copy. That should be easy enough, or so I thought. I remember fondly flipping through copies of Superman: Speeding Bullets at the local Border’s Bookstore when I was in middle school. Ten years later, it was out of print, which was the reason why Amazon did not stock it in their warehouse, though they had third-party sellers schilling it for $18.99. OUCH! That was too rich for my blood. Next, I hopped on Ebay, only to snooze through the first auction and lose it for around twelve bucks. I was pretty pissed about that. As luck would have it, I won a copy of it and Gotham by Gaslight for around nine bucks, including shipping. Sweet! About a week after the auction, my envelope arrived from Texas with my eagerly awaited books. As I took Speeding Bullets from its packaging, I was let down by how slim it was; it was only 50 pages and as I flipped through it, it didn’t look as dense as, say, Superman: Red Son, which I reviewed last month. However, after reading through it, it is pretty good, I must say. Continue reading “Superman: Speeding Bullets”