Grant Morrison continues his earth-shattering run on the Batman titles with this exciting series illustrated by hot artist Yanick Paquette that features the next stage of evolution of the Dark Knight. Bruce Wayne publicly announces that he is the financial backer of Batman and establishes a worldwide franchise of Batmen that will protect the entire globe. This is the beginning of a stunning direction for the world's greatest detective that will team him with Catwoman, Batwoman and Batman Inc. representatives on international crimefighting missions against Lord Death Man in Japan, South America and Argentina. Collects Batman Incorporated Vol. 1 #1-8 and Batman Incorporated: Leviathan Strikes #1.
Superstar comics writer Morrison may be best known for his bizarro stylings on series such as Doom Patrol and The Invisibles, but he also unashamedly wears his love on his sleeve for Silver Age DC Comics stories and puts it to good use. In this collection, he excavates the history of Batman and reinterprets the results of that archeology with his signature flourishes, breathing new life into Kathy Kane (the original Batwoman), the Gaucho and Man-of-the-Bats (the Native American Batman analogue), as Batman, fresh from his presumed death, seeks to globalize his "brand" with personally chosen international crime fighters who would serve as the Batmen of their homelands. There's action aplenty, memorable villains Lord Death Man being quite disturbing a guest appearance from Catwoman, a criminal girls' school that gives St. Trinian's a run for its money (likely an intentional homage), and a whole lot more, illustrated by numerous artists, with Yanick Paquette's work being the stunning standout. Also included are supplementary liner notes that supply insight into the characters, plus a look at preliminary art for the individual issues' covers.
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...if I want to give this book a B+ or A-. Still, an great read.
The worst Batman book I have ever read.
Seriously, there were whole sections where the writing and artwork made me want to vomit. Morrison's writing seems to require residence within his own mind and inflated ego to even begin to comprehend what the plot of this book seems to be. I have heard more coherent stories from blackout drunks.