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Neil Gaiman is an author of no small amount of fame. This book of his has been around for some time. It’s gone into at least 8 printings in the USA alone.
Since we’ve been chatting about it a little this week, I figured the original miniseries deserved a more detailed look on our site.
This collection is comprised of the four Books Of Magic prestige comics released in the early 90s, along with an acknowledgment by Gaiman and introduction by Roger Zelazny.
Zelazny, himself an author of note in the field of speculative fiction, does a fine job with his short intro, with a quick analysis of the contents according to Joseph Campbell’s The Hero With a Thousand Faces. It’s brief but meaty. Zelazny notes that he’s not worried about spoiling the contents – “it’s not that sort of story.”
Still, if this is your first time with this book, I’d skip right to the comic. You’ll be aching for more when you’re done, and then you can turn to the front and read the introduction. And then read it all again.
This is the first time I’ve read this book in far too long.
I remember first picking it up before I was heavily into collecting – not this same copy, a beat up fifth printing that smells slightly of magic or maybe old cigars, but one similar.
I had just finished reading Sandman in trade and like so many other teenage fans rediscovering the medium, I would have read an illustrated vacuum cleaner repair guide if it had Gaiman’s name on it.
This particular book might be the most important of all of his, at least to me personally. Sandman was extremely enjoyable, and is widely known to be a classic. But while this book shares much with Sandman, it’s also a bit of a trap.
Gaiman’s other work is rooted in the DCU, and interacts very often if you know what to look for, but this book could be considered his version of the History of the DC Universe.
It’s the story of Timothy Hunter, a young boy in the UK who may grow up to be the greatest wizard who ever lived.
A group of older magic users gives him the choice of guidance, he takes it and is whisked off to the corners of the world to see what potential magic has – and learn the risks taken and prices paid by practitioners of the mystic arts.
Gaimain writes this story in such a way that it should be enjoyable to any reader. Tim is a lovable snot, sarcastic and straightforward in all the right places, and full of awe when the moment does deserve it.
The sights are fantastical and unexpected, everything you’d expect of his journey and much that will surprise you.
His guides possesses unique personalities along with their humorous shared traits – mainly a pulpy penchant for trenchcoats.
This story is also a well researched tapestry of existing mythos – both that of T.H. White and a plethora of fables, but also that of the DC Universe.
In a story that flows in an incredibly natural fashion, Gaiman takes characters created across decades and places them throughout settings explored by the authors of DC’s rich history. Appearances are made by many, The Warlord through Boston Brand, some with bigger roles to play than others, but none seeming out of place.
The aforementioned Trenchcoat Brigade is none other than The Phantom Stranger, John Constantine, Mister E, and Dr. Occult – well trod magical heavyweights of the DCU, some more well known than others, all picked perfectly.
It’s very impressive. I remember my original exposure to this book feeling full of mystery, enticing me further. Reading it again, with my now obsessive knowledge of DC’s backstory, was pure pleasure.
You may fear that four different artists handling one story would be a jarring experience. In fact, it works perfectly.
Gaiman has done us a service by striving constantly to stress the subjective nature of magic, of reality in stories.
The artists here have different styles, each suited very well to the leg of Tim’s journey that they handle, but even within their segments effort is made to keep things shifting.
Different characters have distinct visual cues. Historical views on the nature of magic are expressed visually. Each setting is treated with aesthetic ingenuity. A shift in mood is startling and exhilarating. The art here is breathtaking.
Bolton’s speckled paintings lend grit to the British streets and ominous atmosphere to shadowy theaters, smokey rendezvous, and dark swaths of night sky. His versatility as an artist is evident through historical renderings of various moments in the long history of magic – each in the style of the expressed culture.
An awe inspiring Spectre, stoic Dr. Fate, bubbly Zatanna, a whole nightclub full of queens of evil and black magicians, and various weird (and often hilarious) cameos of Boston Brand, who I first encountered here and later became one of my favorite characters.
The next book takes us into Faerie, and Vess displays a decidedly different approach.
Just as nuanced, but seeming a bit more lighthearted, with solid lines and bright colors. It’s a trick of course, like you should expect from faerielands, and this chapter contains its fair share of drama.
His work here is as much a love poem for modern art as the mystical arts.
Gaiman, along with these fine artists, could have let this be a rather humdrum tour, with plenty of beautiful sights and amusing references, but everything speeds along, falling apart and coming together with a vibrating snap.
If only every history lesson could be so brimming with life.
Where’s the absolute edition, DC?
Yes. It’s a perfect companion volume to several DC titles, introduces the main character of an amazing ongoing, and eloquently expresses a variety of theories as to the nature of the DC universe.
A healthy acquaintance with Hellblazer could also fortify your enjoyment. The Phantom Stranger Showcase Vol. 1 we talked about previously.
However, you can dive right into this story. None of these titles really need to be read in a particular order, though following the Vertigo Universe timeline can work pretty well.
Any and all of the above. One of the wonderful things about this book is that there are so many places to explore next.
And of COURSE the Books of Magic ongoing, which is a very satisfying continuation of Tim Hunter’s story.
Unfortunately, the Trenchcoat Brigade miniseries remains uncollected, but there is plenty of John Constantine out there.