“I don’t know what I’m supposed to do. I don’t know who I’m supposed to be.”
“Who do you want to be?”
-Ms. Marvel Vol. 3, #1: No Normal
I didn’t grow up reading comics. Most of my knowledge of all the iconic characters came via television and movies. I watched Batman’s adventures on film thanks to Burton, Nolan, and, yes, Schumacher; and watched Terry McGinnis take up the cowl every Saturday morning in Batman Beyond. While I never actually read them, I remember flipping through the pages of my Wolverine-obsessed cousins’ X-Men comics as a kid, looking at the pictures. Then the film came out in 2000, and I would race home after school to learn more about the mutant heroes via reruns of the animated series. And now, like many people, I am currently obsessed with every part of the Marvel Cinematic Universe.
All that to say, I love the stories and mythology of superheroes, but haven’t really experienced them in their original form — comic books. I’ve read one or two here and there, (The Killing Joke comes to mind), but never followed a full story arc. As a bit of a completist, the amount of backstory I would miss by jumping in now is disheartening. Comic book characters and storylines are so intertwined; it all seems so daunting as a new reader. Because of this, I have heretofore stuck with non-superhero, non-Big Two comics/graphic novels. (For the curious: I’ve finished Scott Pilgrim and Y: The Last Man, dabbled in Fables, and am currently working my way through Saga.)
But this past year, I kept hearing about a new superhero. That is, a new person taking up the mantle of an established hero. A new character that felt different and fresh. All the reviews were glowing, and the excitement surrounding this introduction spread like wildfire. I am referring, of course, to the new Ms. Marvel. A superhero whose alter-ego is a teenage, Muslim, Pakistani-American girl from Jersey City — Kamala Khan.
Ms. Marvel Vol. 3, #1: No Normal (via Marvel)
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