Air Raid Robertson

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Air Raid Robertson

on May 20, 2011

Most of my previous black and white comics were riffs on classic comics that were published between forty to eighty years ago. I hope that none of you mind that I decided to lampoon a slightly more modern series this time around.

When I was about sixteen I got really, really into Frank Miller. I started with trade collections of his Daredevil run and then I devoured everything else I could find. Hard Boiled, 300, Martha Washington, The Big Guy and Rusty the Boy Robot, The Dark Knight Returns, Elektra: Assasin, you name it. I even picked up that terrible Batman/Spawn crossover he wrote.


Sin City stuck out for me though. It seemed like the series that was the purest distillation of Frank Miller's artistic quirks and hang-ups. It was gruesome men, femme fatales, muscle cars, gun fights, and nothing else. The art was stark and almost all brushwork. Out of all the Frank Miller comics, these were the Frank Milleriest.

And, like with the adventures of Mike Hammer or Sam Spade, I got an annoying after-effect from reading Sin City. I found myself absorbing the linguistic mannerisms of the writing for hours after putting the book down. I even found myself mentally narrating the minute-to-minute accounts of my day in a film noir style.

I thought that it would be amusing if Air Raid Robertson was struck with a similar malady.