Someone at Goodreads really needs to re-do the abstract above about this book.
I think the last time I read Daredevil was during the Frank Miller period, when Elektra was a major character in the book and all that. I don't remember much about it, to be honest. It was just "cool" and "wow" and "destined to be a classic!" So I bought those issues, but may not have even read them. I dunno.
So, there's a lot of water under the bridge from the early 80s to the late 90s, and Daredevil, as a character, may as well be brand new to me. I know very little about him, his supporting cast, or what's happened to him in the past decade and a half. I came to this book with no preconceptions on, well, anything.
I know who Kevin Smith "is" and I've read some of his DC work. I haven't seen his movies, and quite frankly, he comes across as a frat boy who's too cute by half most of the time. I would never have expected to read something as beautiful as this story. Smith delves into the intricacies of Daredevil's life, from his religious faith to his troubled relationships with women, and weaves a tale that is ultimately not about the bad guy of the day, but the moral core of Matt Murdock.
Smith is very talky, and you'll definitely get your money's worth of text in this book. The villain's exposition-heavy detailing of why he committed his crime is priceless, a nice nod to the comics of the author's youth, but it never veers into cheesiness. One reviewer below hates the exposition, saying comics are a visual medium, but that's only half the story. They're also a written medium, with text just as important as the art. I thought Smith served up his story very well.
Not familiar with Quesada as an artist, and it has a very late 90s/early 00s feel to it, when a fair number of artists were popular with a "cartoony" element to their work. I thought the art did justice to the tale very well, and Quesada never veers off into Todd Nauck territory, thankfully.