“By far the saddest thing about the closure of DC’s FIRST WAVE line, I think, is that I no longer get to see the evolution of artist Moritat on a regular basis. I imagine the next thing he does will be phenomenal.”—
Matt Seneca is always a good read, and this piece looking at Carmine Infantino is no exception.
My first exposure to Infantino was as a kid, around 6 or 7, in the 1970s when he was doing a lot of work for Marvel, specifically the newly launched Spiderwoman title. By this time in his career, Infantino had a much looser figure style, which elongated the anatomy of his figures, turning them into these wiry-appendaged creatures that was off-putting to my child sensibilities. At the same time, his work had a sense of style to it that had a certain allure to it. He illustrated Jessica Drew in such a sexy, fashionably way that it looked like she could walk off the page and straight into Studio 54 (that’s present me making that reference, not 6- or 7-year-old me), something his mainstream, superhero contemporaries weren’t doing at the time. If Jim Aparo was defining my enjoyment for melodramatic action, then it was Infantino who was priming my soon-to-be developing adolescent hormones.
“Charlie Sheen ain’t funny to me. I think that’s a train wreck and I feel bad for his two little kids because they’re the bodies being pulled out of the train wreck. What’s going to happen to them? But everybody thinks it’s a joke. While this asshole is going on stage making a fool of himself, his kids are going to suffer and don’t even know it because this is a cycle of abuse.”—Tracy Morgan Has Some Real Talk for Charlie Sheen — Vulture
For The Rich, Beautiful Women Of The Suburban Fast Set, Young Dr. Justin Riley Had A Favorite Prescription
Rips The Mask From Doctors Who Mix Women And Medicine
From the back cover:
You Will Be Shocked. You May Be Angry. But You’ll Hang On Every Word Of This Startling, Fast Paced Story Of A Doctor Who Violates His Oath As Casually As He Violates A Woman.
“If you’ll just open the front of your dress,” Dr. Riley said coolly. Socialite Misty Powers smiled and began to take things off, everything. Her husband was away and it seemed a good time for one of Dr. Riley’s “special treatments.”
In The Sex Cure you’ll meet suave, young Dr. Justin Riley who’s ready to take sex wherever he can find it. And he’s able to find it almost everywhere in rich, fashionable suburbia. Many a pretty patient learns that Justin has some unusual and shocking remedies in his medical bag of tricks. Even a young nurse in Justin’s office finds herself on the examining couch, and she doesn’t have as much as a headache.
Then a beautiful, innocent young girl enters Dr. Riley’s life. That she is innocent does not stop Dr. Riley; it only whets his insatiable appetite. Cynically, ruthlessly, he leads her down into the depths of shame. Then the incident occurred which brought the walls and roof down on the man who thought he was outside the laws of both his profession and decency.