My generation has grown up reading comics, from the tabloid-size Dandy and Beano to the A-4 size Archie comics. They made you laugh, even at some really mean practical jokes. They were entertainment; not a single one touched on reality nor gave you a sense of guilt or joged your brain to think. Classic Comics, Tarzan, later Batman, still later Spiderman were socially commentative but yet remained within a fantasy world, like Gotham City. That the comics medium would evolve into serious literature, did not cross our minds. It has, and has been around for nearly three decades, but I read my first comics novel last week.