Doctor Strange by Jason Aaron and Chris Bachalo is the second of the monthly titles I have been following in the All-New, All-Different, post-Secret-Wars era of Marvel. And to be honest I assumed I would pick up the first two or three issues and drop it. An ongoing solo title for the good Doctor didn’t seem like it would hold up because it would simply cater itself to be just a tie-in to the upcoming movie. Or at least that’s what my cynical self thought.
Doctor Strange hasn’t had a solo title since the 80s and after that has been confined to being a backup or to one-shots and mini-series. All of varying quality – some have been great, some not so much. So, yeah, I wasn’t putting much hope out in this one.
Now don’t get me wrong, I love the character of Doctor Strange. Back when I was a kid in the 70s (yes, I’m old) I adored his comics. I was full into horror and occult and cosmic weirdness so anything remotely mystical in nature fit perfectly into my bailiwick. Doctor Strange was mystic, occult and cosmic with just a touch of horror so it was a natural fit for a weird kid like me. And while I am fully aware that the 70s version of the character was a bit, well, goofy, there was an endearing quality to all his ‘Crimson Bands of Cyttoraks’ and ‘Mists of Munnopors’. Filter that through the eyes of a child seen through nostalgia goggles and you are left with an expectation that a new series simply could not live up to.
Unless it did, of course.