God, Sim. Dave Sim. Dave Sim blasted his brain open with acid and had a vision of how his goofy Conan parody would be a 300 issue treatise on the nature of the

God, Sim. Dave Sim. Dave Sim blasted his brain open with acid and had a vision of how his goofy Conan parody would be a 300 issue treatise on the nature of the Divine Masculine and the Divine Feminine and never realized that those two principles are only loosely tied to what we call “men” and “women”, then threw in a ton of baggage from his failed relationships and made a huge mess. He is also a master of the form and one of the best letterers out there, I recently picked up a cheap copy of Flight and the way the text integrated into the composition was astounding, even if it was a story where his problems with women were all hanging out. And then there’s the later story where Cerebus sits around a mostly-empty bar arguing with himself for like thirty issues, and Sim pulls out all the stops in his lettering to actually make this exciting to read. I learnt a lot about comics from his work, his influence lurks in my own comics here and there, but he is well into Problematic Fave territory for me and I will never insist that anyone should read his work if they don’t feel like picking around the misogyny woven through it.