Sorry, I got caught up in what I thought was going to be a quick review of the latest Captain America. You know how it goes, though.
One of the things I love most about Marvel Comics right now is their ability to evoke a feeling of impending doom and futility that you might mistake it for an Irish love song. With Richard Ryder searching for a cure to the transmode virus, Phyla-Vell and Ronan the Accuser attempting to save the Kree from the Phalanx, or even such mundane trials as Jaime Madrox trying to keep his team from scattering to the winds, this tragic beauty abounds.
Worry not, though, fair reader, for the end is not nigh. There is always hope. Just as the fall of Troy did not mean the end of Priam’s people, but rather the genesis of the Romans, all this sorrow does not preclude happy endings. In fact, they may lead to a promise of something immeasurably better.
