More comic book reading that feels (mostly) homeworky. We’re a long way away from the best Dazzler: X-Man on the run from rising prejudice and, essentially, a failed showbiz career, living in the Outback and shacking up with Longshot, adventuring with the other merry mutants. Dazzler, after all, was with that uncanny team during some of their most iconic stories—only to get lost in the shuffle with the exit of Chris Claremont and the early 90s line-wide reshuffling of the x-universe right before the X-Men became household names. So even though Dazzler was a playable character in the classic X-Men arcade game, even though she was featured in the 80s cartoon pilot, Dazzler would practically fade into obscurity. Worse, she became a joke. An embarrassing second-rate character not even Peter David would touch. During the West Coast X-Men era she did obligingly appear as wallpaper along with every other mutant character ever, but she rarely did anything of note or even spoke much. Worse, she even looked bland! Hopefully, someday the character will get her due: these old comics show, she’s always had potential.
Now, Dazzler, the series, is a lot of things and has always been on the receiving end of a lot of criticism. But it’s really not as bad as it’s made out to be. This bunch of issues is the worst of it, but the early issues do at least have the whole novelty aspect working for them. It’s not really too much of a slog.
Alison “Dazzler” Blaire’s origin as a superhero comic book character is as straightforward as they come—she’s a mutant and her super power is to transform sound into various forms of light that she can use for offensive or defensive purposes but, hey, she’d rather just use them to enhance her singing act, thank you very much—but Dazzler’s origin as an intellectual property is probably even more convoluted than Miracleman’s. And that’s saying something. What a rabbit hole of contradictory accounts. (Also, Miracleman is taken more seriously so there’s a clearer history with him because there been more research into it.)
This first volume collects Dazzler’s earliest appearances, including a couple excellent and classic X-Men issues, but mostly it’s a baker’s dozen of her solo series. The series, unfortunately, doesn’t have any direction at all. At least not beyond “hot blonde mutant with light powers just wants to sing but somehow keeps reluctantly getting involved with superheroics.” Dazzler becomes embroiled in super adventures with the whole gamut of the Marvel Universe: some X-Men, of course, the Avengers, the FF, Spidey, Hulk, etc. In a given story she could be fighting anyone from a herald of Galactus to Doctor Doom or even a street tough. All the while trying to make it as a singer.
The funniest thing about these issues is how meta it is: all the superheroes in the Marvel Universe are falling all over themselves to prop up Dazzler’s singing career. And not just the male superheroes either. Marvel really pulls out all the stops for whatever reason to try to get this book off the ground. Well, all the stops but one: establish the book’s raison d'être. The series was pushed hard, and fast, yet it didn’t know what it wanted to be or who it wanted to be for. Soon-ish, it gets much better in the former regard but not really the latter. Once writer Danny Fingeroth and artist Frank Springer are on the book the story slowly coalesces into a good read, believe it or not. Alison will have more organic super adventures, less dependent on guest stars, she‘ll have clear music career goals with clear progression, a growing supporting cast, various romantic and family soap opera problems, all the while dealing with the sleazier side of showbiz and slowly coming to learn that “with great power comes great responsibly.” All of these things make the character more three-dimensional and eventually she does become more than a leftover-disco, Hollywood-bait gimmick.
I think the real “problem” with the book is “who is this book for?” Dazzler is a superhero comic, disguised as a romance comic, and sometimes vice versa, with a strong female lead, and cheesecake art. Which adds up to: a little something for everyone to like with a little something for everyone to hate, too. But that’s the next volume, really. Many of the best superheroes have the shaky starts, this is Dazzler’s. It does get good, though—provided you don’t come in with the wrong expectations. If you’re one of those sad sacks who think female superheroes should be more realistic and less sexualized than male superheroes, get lost. Otherwise, to coin a phrase, aka Dazzler’s failed catchphrase: go for it!