My first time reading the original Marvel Conan run, and I can see exactly why it was such a touchstone for so many, not least a certain former president*. Barry Smith (no Windsor yet) brings the punchy solidity of Kirby to the art, while also depicting humans who actually look like human beings who might conceivably move, rather than blocky friezes. Likewise, Roy Thomas distils the savagery and weirdness of Robert E Howard's originals into a more digestible form, keeping the uncanny adventures and strange exclamations but freeing the story from all that Weird Tales prose (and I say this as someone who likes Weird Tales prose). Our hero is still generally nude but for a loincloth and sandals**, so you wouldn't have to look too hard for homoerotisicm***, but all the same it has definitely been dialled down in favour of greater emphasis on all the scantily clad maidens and betrayers who – for some unaccountable reason – never seemed to interest REH in the same way. There's the occasional false note – Conan exclaiming "Crom's devils!" when a clinch is interrupted is one thing, but following that with "Do doors mean nothing in this place?" seems less young barbarian, more Leonard Rossiter. And there's the bit where a group of subterranean slaves are so startlingly pale that Conan initially takes them for spectres, despite their skin being exactly the same colour as his, which is made doubly obvious by one of his limbs crossing one of theirs. But these are minor objections; overall, this is up there with the Star Wars comics a few years later as an example of the knack Marvel had around then for finding licensed properties which played to their strengths, and vice versa.
*Despite every fucker spending the past few years making jokes about Biden being old, I haven't seen anybody else hit on the one about how Obama chose him because he was excited at meeting someone with first-hand memories of the Hyborian Age.
**OK, and the helmet on the cover, which looks a bit like a stumpy version of sixties Loki's, and which is probably my least favourite thing here, but which is mercifully lost a handful of issues in.
***Especially in the story where Conan teams up with two thieves who look straight out of a seventies gay bar, who whisk him away from his female companion, making vague plans to meet later at the Temple of Anu – now, why do I feel like there's a letter missing? The rendezvous is set for the back door, at that. And if you think that name is daft, the subsequent issue has a character called Ch'unda.