The next issue I saw was #12 and by that time I could read. Man, Kirby had me hooked.
After that I didn't see many Kirby comics (or even superhero comics) until my dad opened his first bookstore in 1965. And then...oh boy did I get to read comics. Anything and everything that I wanted. And of course FANTASTIC FOUR by Jack Kirby quickly became my second-favorite comic book (behind Dikto's Spider-Man).
One thing that puzzled and frustrated me for a while, though, was the propaganda at the top of the cover of every issue:
THE WORLD'S GREATEST COMIC MAGAZINE!
How could they make that claim? By what criteria? By what right? By whose authority?!!
It was only later that I realized it was just hyperbole and was probably one of the few contributions to the book by that master of bullshit, Stan Lee.
|My personal copy of Fantastic Four #16.|