Again, Detective Comics

I've been doing a little catch-up 1 with Detective Comics since I didn't get on board with The Revival (aka going back to the old numbering) until issue #959.  I knocked back the 1st collection  (issues 934 to 940--aka "Rise of the Batmen") tout de suite, but then I had to wait a bit for the 2nd collection (issues 943 to 949 2 , aka "The Victim Syndicate) to shake loose. It's been good, and I'm already looking forward to finishing it and getting on to the 3rd collection, (issues 950-956, aka "League of Shadows"), which I have in my possession already. (Yep, LFPL. So there's another $40 they've saved me. Man, if I ever win the lottery, the library is going to get a big thank you gift.) And that almost brings me up to my starting point--just shy issues 957 and 958. Speaking of which, Volume 4: Deus Ex Machina, which collects issues 957-962, is due out December 26, 2017, so maybe I can get in on that action via the library in the near near. Meanwhile, though, as I was making my way through the aforementioned Volume 2, I came upon a panel which stopped me in my tracks. Clayface is talking to a woman whose life he has ruined (he turned her into a less controlled version of himself), and he says, 

And I said, Whoa, whoa, whoa. Because that is just The Shit, isn't it? It's so easy to let that happen . . . so easy to let your sense of self be subsumed by the tragedies that have befallen you. I know that I went deep under that wave from September 2009 until about February 2017 as I struggled to reassemble my self after my second wife decided to move on. I had put all of my faith and hope and energy into that marriage, and when it died, I didn't know what the fuck to do. So first I tried to get her not to leave. Then I tried to get her to come back. Then I tried to kill myself. Then I tried to hold onto as much of her as she'd let me hold onto. And then I slowly began to realize that that was not going to work out at all, and I just sank underneath of the waves. I didn't even know that that was what was happening at the time. (Kind of a "What's water?" period of my life.) But now that I'm out of it, above the surface, feeling good about myself and allathat, I can see the truth of it all. I was looking at what'd been done to me, not at myself. 

That James Tynion IV (writer) continues to impress the hell out of me, man.

Gotta go. Got more Detective Comics comic books to read.

1  Courtesy of the Louisville Free Public Library, of course, of course.

2  In case you're wondering, issues 941 and 942 were part of a crossover thingie which was collected as Night of the Monster Men.