Like the rest of the Battlin’ Backloggers, I have a lot of pop culture of the geek-variety to keep me occupied until the fall TV season hits full-force in about a month. I’m eager for the returns of Arrow (which I’ll be blogging), Sleepy Hollow, The Big Bang Theory, Castle, and Supernatural, and I’m anticipating the launches of The Flash, Constantine (which I’ll be blogging), Gotham, and Gracepoint (Hey, David Tennant!).
In the meanwhile, here’s what’s on my plate:
I’m currently reading Star Wars: A New Dawn by John Jackson Miller, the first of the canonical Star Wars novels since the Disney absorption, and The Cuckoo’s Calling by Robert Galbraith, a.k.a. J.K. Rowling, a good, old-fashioned murder-mystery with a private investigator whose name recalls the best of Rowling’s Harry Potter monikers—Cormoran Strike. (I have literary tsunami brewing in my head that combines the worlds of Strike and Potter; trust me, it would totally work. Just imagine: a murder in the Muggle world with ties to a wizard and Strike must consult with a certain Auror with a lightning-bolt scar—please, Jo, please!) I must confess that I’m also flirting with another Gillian Flynn novel, Dark Places; Gone Girl has more than convinced me that she’s a contender.
Grant Morrison’s Multiversity has begun, and I am currently awaiting the publication of The Society of Super-Heroes: Conquerors of the Counter-World, which features a pulp-retro (retro-pulp?) take on the Justice Society of America, the first-ever comic book super-team. This high-powered gathering will include Doc Fate, Lady Blackhawk (along with her squadron of Blackhawks), the Mighty Atom, the Immortal Man, and Abin Sur the Green Lantern. ‘Sounds like a whole lotta fun to me—and I’m not a huge fan of Morrison’s work. Too, I’ve also got a stack of Nightwing trade paperbacks to read. I’ve not been putting them off, but they’ve sort of held their respective places in the to-read pile as other things have come and gone. There are also a couple of issues of the Geoff Johns/John Romita, Jr. Superman to get to. Johns is tough to beat, and Romita, Jr. knows how to tell a story with sequential art—a master of the craft, he is.
I’m all over the eighth season of Doctor Who right now and dreading the possible loss of Clara Oswald in the Christmas special. As I understand it, I’m in the minority as a Clara fan, but I’ll make no apologies for adoring her and hoping she stays longer. My all-time favorite companion is Donna Noble because (a) Catherine Tate (C’mon, people!) and (b) she challenged the Doctor. Her journey was often sweet and funny, but its conclusion was very sad. Sigh. Now, I’m thinking more Martha Jones would’ve been nice. Oh, well. I could write about the winning qualities of each companion, but there’s little time for that. Outside of my weekly visits with the Doctor, I’m enjoying a primarily TV-free end-of-summer as September winds down.