Defining the Definitive

In which I pursue the fool’s errand of trying to extrapolate a meaningful aesthetic theory from superhero comics — specifically, early-1980s Marvel.

I contend that if there was ever a time and place in commercial comics storytelling where you could smell the cordite from the medium’s shotgun marriage of art and commerce, it was the Paul Smith X-Men.

See me lay out my argument — and maybe start another one — in this installment of PopSmarts.