The Best at What He Does...
I’m very much torn on Wolverine. On one hand, his overexposure as a character makes me a knee-jerk hater; on the other hand, there are some damned fine stories starring Wolverine, as his character archetype (the loner/hunter with a good heart) allows for almost as much variety and diversity as someone like Batman.
One good Wolverine story I picked up recently was Wolverine: The Brotherhood, the start of Greg Rucka’s run with the character. Illustrated by a surprisingly effective Darick Robertson, The Brotherhood puts Logan smack in the heart of redneck country to deal with the horrors of a backwater cult/militia.
Rucka gets Logan’s voice just right, the art gives the action an appropriate level of grit and grime, and there’s plenty of snikt-ing to go around. I hoped to enjoy it, because Greg Rucka’s one of my favorites, but I’m surprised just how much I did enjoy it.
I guess I’m a Wolverine fan. Who knew?