I somehow missed the boat on this series that began in 1988. It ran through 1997, and some believe it is the greatest comic series to have ever existed. I finally-FINALLY-decided I needed to check it out.
Gaiman himself has admitted in the past that Preludes and Nocturnes was a bit of a rough start to a series that would later garner much acclimation, and he was correct. Don’t misunderstand though-I still thoroughly enjoyed it. If it is considered a rough start, then I’m greatly looking forward to the more “polished” volumes!
The character of Sandman has some sort of intangible appeal that I can’t put my finger on. For those who don’t know much about him, he is the God of Sleep, an entity who often takes the form of a tall, thin, nearly translucent-skinned man with black eyes and black, unruly hair. However, I absolutely understand what I like about his story potential. In the first volume alone, his story unfolds over decades, he visits Hell, he walks the Earth, he rules in his dream kingdom, and he even spends some time with his cheery, charismatic sister Death. The only thing about this first volume that struck me as almost too awkward was when Sandman interacted with the then-present incarnation of the Justice League. This was before the Vertigo imprint was born and Sandman was given his own universe to play in.
Sam Kieth was the original artist, but he left after only a few issues. Some people love his work, others don’t. Personally, I enjoyed Mike Dringenberg’s incarnation of Sandman much better. Also, keep in mind these stories were produced in the late eighties, so the coloring isn’t quite up to today’s technological standards.
However, it’s obvious this is a very smart series and I can’t wait to read the entire set. I only wish I hadn’t waited so long to give it a chance.