Was kinda hard to avoid hearing the big news re: Damian that spills in this book, so I come to the volume with a little dread and a little hope that comics will keep the dream alive the way they have done quite a lot of recently. I really hate to see the really great characters go away, and there's just so much potential for mischief and permanently-changed tension to keeping him on as an oversized piece of Batman's life puzzle.
I find the re-emergence of Jason Todd is one of the better subtle surprises of the Batman Inc run. He's just enough of a wild card to attract all my attention, revulsion and surreptitious interest while I'm trying to appear to my higher self to have no interest in him.
The meta textual commentary Morrison brings to the phenomenon of Batman Inc is a good surprise too. Self-aware as ever, Morrison doesn't let the world act like this is some unseen event stream, and grants us the back-and-forth among two independent vigilante organizations (BI and Leviathan). Smart - maybe a little too smart or self-aware, like Morrison had planned to rip off the Occupy/Anonymous zeitgeist - but as it's such a rare pleasure to see the comics this self-aware (especially DC), I'm going to let that cynicism go.
However, as self-aware as Morrison appears to be, he falls into the blind trap that so many comics-enamoured writers can't help: if Talia's plan is so epic, why does it hinge so squeakily on Gotham of all places? It's like those brainless tentpole summer action flicks - when the entire world is about to go down, why is everything about one American city so fucking vital, and every other larger centre across the planet so irrelevant? It's especially egregious when a Brit trips on this storytelling flypaper. My fellow commonwealth'ers have no excuse - if anything, London or frickin Edinburgh would be at least a little more believable.
I'm not an idiot - it's clear that every writer of Batman for decades has to honour the raging hard-on that the Al-Ghul's have for the man in black. But good god, are they that petty under all the grand designs for the planet, that they just can't seem to pull that sliver out once and for all? Hell, I finally fired one of my best friends (who was an abusive narcissistic manipulator) after fourteen years. You'd think these two for all their world-conquering fortunes would be able to afford a little therapy.
Morrison wraps up this romp with as much syllogism or something - tries to make the wrap-up feel symphonic and poetic, plus give us some kind of commentary on what the Batman and Bruce Wayne represent. I'm not entirely sure I buy it, but that's because I'm watching Morrison play his readership like the good little comic buyers (and Morrison pocket-liners) that we are.
Still, even through a cynical fog of war I realize that this final chapter of this Batman run at least tones down the hyperactive trivia contest and just plays with the toys that were already on the board. I appreciate it when I'm not continually assaulted with memory tests and the feeling that if only I was better able to retain the 75 years of Batman minutiae, I'd get the in-jokes a little more often.
It's the same feeling I get reading latter-day Alan Moore - he's writing books that he likes to read (maybe) or just writing books that make him feel like his years of paying attention to the obscure corners of the literary/comics/cultural world must surely pay off in how smart and above-the-herd he feels.
When I feel excluded by the writer - when they make no attempt to weave us into their stories - I feel like they're doing the wider readership a disservice, and creating a little game of "I'm smarter than the bullies who used to beat me up" therapy that demeans the medium. I feel this should be entertaining in a way that brings more of us up, without stepping on others to make us feel superior.
So there's *my* commentary on the comics of today - or at least one sliver of it, inspired by the very commentary I saw in this fine but not perfect book. It's certainly one of the least inscrutable of his books, but seeing how far into the abyss we normally have to stare, that's not necessary a virtuous position.
Would I recommend people read this? Sure - if you've already committed to any amount of Morrison's Batman already, this should leave you feeling more satisfied than the emptiness or confusion of the earlier stuff. It's good.
Oh. And I didn't read any of that fanfic they tacked on at the end. Hah - nice try folks.