Review: Daredevil #1
Mark Waid certainly puts ol’ Hornhead through his paces in the relauched Daredevil #1, which sees our hero with the now publicly known identity (are there ANY secrets left in the Marvel U.?) relocated to his other old home, San Francisco.
But this is not Gerry Conway’s San Francisco and Tasha is no where to be found, as DD discovers when he has to swing in the less-than-concrete canyons of sunny California. Lucky his billy club did not die of shock a couple times.
This book certainly is built for the vaunted new reader, but unlike many other properties it does not dumb itself down to cater to that clientele. Instead, it just intros this blind hero in a most interesting way (hope to see more moments like this opening sequence) and then tells both new and veteran readers to “hang on!”
As I said, from rescuing a kidnapped girl to discovering the watch sounds DD followed represented not a watch but instead a micro-bomb INSIDE the girl, Waid takes us on a fast and furious race for salvation, with some "new city" comedy along the way.
The book has lost nothing since the volume that just closed, also written by Waid, nor has artist/co-storyteller Chris Samnee lost any of his expressive, inventive, very eye-appealing ability to carry Waid’s (and, I guess, his own) ideas forward with frenetic passion. That splash telling DD’s origin? I want it as my new wallpaper! Cool!
This is a book for the ages, and one of the great “runs” of our time. I intend to hunker down and enjoy it while it lasts. And the last pages? Shocker!