When word spread about this whole "Comics Destroyer" gig, many friends and colleagues suggested (and in some cases flat out D E M A N D E D ) that I take a stab at Neil Gaiman's much beloved The Sandman.
What can I say? I'm all about succumbing to the perils of peer pressure...
DC/Vertigo The Sandman: Season of Mists (1992) trade paperback,
random comic books, gloss medium and enamel on canvas. 24 x 48 inches.
The Sandman is hands-down an extremely well-crafted, epic piece of dramatic and intellectual literature that deserves every bit of praise and award it has garnered since it debuted in 1989 and ended in 1996.
Much of it also absolutely DREADFUL to look at* as well, making it personally a tad bit difficult to get through, no matter how beautifully written it may be.
Interestingly enough, I of course chose to destroy the collection that I absolutely ADORE the most, and the one I usually recommend people read FIRST when giving The Sandman a try.
Although I do also own a very nice hardcover-edition of this book, the actual trade paperback I tore up for this piece was the very first Sandman I had ever bought, purchased at a comic book store I stumbled into when I was sixteen-years-old and vacationing in San Francisco with my parents.
Somewhere down the line I'm probably going to be very upset with myself for destroying my original copy, but a third of the pages were already falling from the spine and were SO brittle that it was basically destroyed anyway.
I just sped up the inevitable.
*To be fair, there are portions which are beyond the realm of gorgeousness.






