There's a lot of nostalgia wrapped in these pages for me, and it can be very difficult to separate that nostalgia from what is actually on the page. Giant-Size X-Men #1 hit the stands at a point when I was almost waiting for it. I had been reading the reprint issues that the X-Men title had been at that point for about a year and while enjoyed the stories and the characters it was difficult to really get into it because it was just a reprint title, like Marvel's Greatest Comics, Marvel Tales, Marvel Spectacular, Marvel Double-Feature and Marvel Triple Action (which were also titles I picked up when funds were available that featured reprint stories of the Fantastic Four, Spider-Man, Thor, Captain America & Iron Man and the Avengers) but there was no new title for X-Men, only the reprints. So when Giant-Size X-Men showed up I was really excited. Here was a new appearance of Wolverine, a Canadian super-hero who had previously appeared only as an opponent for the Hulk, the return of Cyclops, Professor X, Banshee and Sunfire with a whole bunch of new characters in their first appearances. Storm, Colossus, Nightcrawler and, my personal favorite,
Thunderbird, all added something to make me sit up and take note. Most importantly was that for the first time since the creation of the Black Panther, it seemed that Marvel was acknowledging that there were Marvels out there in the world other than just in the US. And that was cool! The departure of the old guard members (Angel, Iceman, Marvel Girl, Havok and Polaris) and Sunfire only added a level of realism that to my young sensibilities seemed very believable and then came the death of Thunderbird which shattered my mind. Here was my favorite member of the new team, sacrificing himself for really no reason at all. For me this was as poignant as Gwen Stacy dying in the pages of Amazing Spider-Man. And from then on I was hooked. I have to admit that the every other month publishing schedule was disappointing and the contents of issue #106 and #110 almost drove me away, but the arrival of John Byrne as regular penciler (yes, I've been a Byrne-victim since his work on Iron Fist and, dare I admit it, Space: 1999) made me a committed reader of issue after issue. Needless to say, these issues have been among my prize possessions from those years and they were read and re-read every summer for years (until my collection grew so large that reading them every summer was impossible).
Ok, that's the nostalgia. Having said that- most of these stories are rather typical of some of the best stuff Marvel put out in the mid and late seventies. They do hold up, but I also admit that much of that is the familiarity I have with these issues and how beloved they were for me for so many years. Stil, there is some groundbreaking story-telling go on here and Claremont, Cockrum and Byrne are laying the foundation of what would become Marvel's most lucrative franchise for the next 40 years.