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Deadly Class Volume 1: Reagan Youth
by Rick Remender
I scoff at the 80s a lot. They were before my time. Terrible fashion, mostly terrible music. And overall, I have never been terribly impressed with the book and movie offerings. Sure, Star Wars and Indiana Jones. But also John Hughes.
It's kind of a sad thing, when something has had such a profound effect on its genre that decades later the themes have been so incorporated and emulated into society that the original work is meaningless. That's how I feel about John Hughes. "That's it?" I said out loud. I get it. You can't define teenagers. It was so earnest, but without self-awareness.
To me, that's the 80s in a nutshell. Earnest but sans self-awareness, a grand sense of self importance at being the first to impart these new teachings. And in my mind, nobody represents that better than John Hughes.
So you can see, I was a little nervous about reading this book, and yes, there were a few times whilst reading that I got that nauseating feel of a man who is a martyr for being the crazy lone wolf who really *gets it* (that'd be when Marcus and Willie are getting to know each other).
But Rick Remember does have self-awareness and I am a total sucker for earnest stories, and even though this outlandish concept of an assassin school is complete fantasy, this felt earnest. This felt like how everybody must feel about John Hughes.
More please.
It's kind of a sad thing, when something has had such a profound effect on its genre that decades later the themes have been so incorporated and emulated into society that the original work is meaningless. That's how I feel about John Hughes. "That's it?" I said out loud. I get it. You can't define teenagers. It was so earnest, but without self-awareness.
To me, that's the 80s in a nutshell. Earnest but sans self-awareness, a grand sense of self importance at being the first to impart these new teachings. And in my mind, nobody represents that better than John Hughes.
So you can see, I was a little nervous about reading this book, and yes, there were a few times whilst reading that I got that nauseating feel of a man who is a martyr for being the crazy lone wolf who really *gets it* (that'd be when Marcus and Willie are getting to know each other).
But Rick Remember does have self-awareness and I am a total sucker for earnest stories, and even though this outlandish concept of an assassin school is complete fantasy, this felt earnest. This felt like how everybody must feel about John Hughes.
More please.