DETECTIVE COMICS #479 DC Comics, 1978

They used to call it ‘TEC.

Back in the Seventies, when they had these old fashioned things called “letter columns” in the back of comic books, Detective Comics was always abbreviated ‘TEC. When I was a kid, I thought that was cool as hell: a comic book that had its own nickname.

Everything about ‘TEC was cool as hell to Young Dave. My first print exposure to Batman was in Detective Comics, specifically the era when Marshall Rogers was penciling the book. Everything about those comics seemed designed to be -yes- cool as hell.

The most classic comics in this most classic of Batman eras were Detective Comics 471-476, issues that teamed Marshall Rogers with writer Steve Englehart and inker Terry Austin. These “Dark Detective” comics were considered the definitive interpretation of the character for years and truly deserve the reverence many old school fans hold for them.

I came to the party a little late, but have since hunted down and collected originals of all those Englehart/Rogers issues, which are as rad as everyone says they are. Silver St. Cloud? The Laughing Fish? Phosphorous Man? Radness, I say.

However, my first exposure to Marshall Rogers’ “cool as hell” version of Batman was in this particular issue, ‘TEC #479, where he takes on the Preston Payne version of Clayface. My dad bought me this issue in 1978 during our annual automobile pilgrimage to Saskatchewan for summer vacation. Laying in the back of our family’s huge Malibu station wagon, I read this comic over and over and over again as the endless Canadian prairie rolled by.

Man, I loved this book.

Even Young Dave could tell that there was something special about the art. I had a few other DC comics and a Gold Key or two on that trip, but with the exception of a Superboy and the Legion of Super Heroes issue, the art sucked compared to ‘TEC.

Marshall Rogers was in a class all his own. His clean, smooth pencils were really enhanced by top inkers like Austin and, in this issue, Dick Giordano. Trained as an architect, Rogers had a particular knack for drawing buildings, cars, bridges, technology - you name it. His perspective drawings were impeccable. Plus, Rogers drew his own sound effects, integrating them into the art -- none of those stock drag-and-drop computer-generated sound effects that kids use these days. The background effects and zipatone shading are like icing on top of a delicious sequential art cake. Nearly nobody in '78 was producing comics that looked this good.

To be honest, ‘TEC 479 isn’t quite the same caliber as the Englehart/Rogers issues that preceded it, mostly due to Len Wein’s overwrought script. In a nutshell, Batman tries to stop Clayface, who is on a maniacal quest to resurrect his beloved dead wife. His strange condition is very painful and more than a little ugly, so on occasion Clayface has to melt some poor schmuck’s face in order to feel better. I think we’ve all been there.

Here’s Clayface meeting his next victim, a drunk asshole in a Datsun. You can tell he’s drunk becaushe 1) he's waving a party horn, 2) he’s wearing a party hat, and 3) he announces that he’s drunk. Subtle, no?

Comic book physics are in play here: despite the fact that the Datsun is speeding towards Clayface, the driver still has time to utter two entire sentences, which Clayface can clearly hear. Only in comics, folks.

As in all good horror stories, vice and weakness are punished. Clayface totally melts the drunk guy's face while his trophy girlfriend looks on in horror.

Batman arrives, but too late for drunk guy. Ah, no big loss. Batman comforts the hysterical woman, who reminds him of his lost love Silver St. Cloud. Then, in an uncharacteristically emo moment, Batman loses his shit:

Woah, Batman's pulling a Shatner. Get a hold of yourself, man. It's embarassing. Write it in your journal or something.

Presumably after stranding the traumatized woman on a dark roadside next to the melted corpse of her boyfriend, Batman listens to a couple of Smiths songs on the BatiPod and gets his head together. Then he resumes his relentless pursuit of Clayface. Hey, sometimes even Batman loses his shit.

Batman eventually tracks Clayface to a wax museum, where the tragic villain whispers sweet nothings to a mannequin, his "wife."

Clearly Batman can see that Clayface is a tragic figure, almost pathetic were it not for his melty handshake and the suit of powered armor that enhances his strength. Batman can sympathize, but that doesn't mean he's not going to beat the living hell out of Clayface.

Kicking ass is Batman's job - and business is good.

And kick ass he does. Batman busts some bat fu on Clayface and steals his armor's battery, leaving the monster helpless. Then, when this clearly deranged individual is helpless and beaten, Batman does what you'd expect him to do: he talks smack.

While Batman is rubbing his victory in, some candles catch a curtain on fire and FOOOSH! The whole frickin' place goes up within seconds. Apparently Clayface's hideout was both a Wax Museum and a Gasoline Museum. Clayface runs back inside for his mannequin wife - and the entire place collapses, apparently killing Clayface.

Apparently.

I seriously have read this comic from cover to cover dozens of times during that summer trip to Canada alone. There was a Hawkman and Hawkgirl back-up story as well, but the main attraction was Marshall Rogers' fantastic, precise art. He was the creator that really kindled my interest in Batman, that made superheroes and comic books cool as hell. I moved on to Neal Adams and Jim Aparo, but Marshall Rogers started me off and he's the artist most responsible for my lifelong interest in not just Batman, but the comics medium.

Of course, I'm writing this particular post because Marshall Rogers died last week at age 57.

I didn't know the guy and I would have passed him in the street without recognizing him, so it seems more appropriate to talk about his work than about his life. I guess the nicest thing I could say about Marshall Rogers was that Detective Comics # 479 really had a positive influence on my life. So on behalf of Young Dave and myself, thanks Marshall for making comic books cool as hell.