WARNING: This thread is highly introspective and incredibly self-indulgent in nature. Turn back now if you dislike that stuff.
Some of you may recall that I went through a slight “collecting crisis” this past summer. After twenty years of hardcore collecting, I felt as though I had reached a crossroads. My passion for collecting was waning, I was expecting my first child (now a beautiful 4 month old girl that lights up my life), and I was at a general loss with how to balance my collecting life with my real life.
At first, I considered dumping all of my Silver & Bronze DC comics in favor of chasing those few remaining Silver Age Marvel grails I wanted (needed). But somewhere along the way, I realized that route was taking the easy way out. My interest in the hobby hadn't grown stale because I couldn't get everything I wanted, it had grown stale because I could. Everything I wanted was so easy to find if the cash was there.
So I took a long look in the mirror, and tried to reconcile who I was now in relation to who I was when I first started collecting. I tried to remember the joy of being a child again. Watching Superman: The Movie for the first time; staring at “Crisis on Infinite Earths” issues on the spinning rack at the drugstore in my small town; checking out old copies of the Overstreet Price Guide from the local library; meeting Mart Nodell at my first comic-con at the old Thunderbird Hotel in Bloomington, Minnesota; and placing my first winning bid on a mid-grade copy of Batman #181 in the early days of Ebay.
But the one thing that stood out to me the most was the chase. It's what we all live for here, albeit in different ways and to different magnitudes. Nobody's chase is the same. We all have different priorities, budgets and lives. But to me, it was suddenly all so clear.
I flashed back to being nine years old again, gazing wide eyed at pictures of classic DC Golden Age covers in those long unreturned and overdue Overstreets. At the time, I had no concept of what the 1930s or '40s was. It was Ancient Rome for all I knew. But the purity of the mythology stood out to me from an early age, and this past summer I realized that it still does to this day.
Their innovation, colors, vibrancy... Golden Age DC comics are the backbone of this genre. And it's taken me a long time to realize I was denying myself that fact. But now, I truly believe that they are capable of reinvigorating my collecting spirit. So in short, that's what I'm going to chase.
Before a few weeks ago, I owned zero Golden Age books. I've had a few in the past, but they've long since changed hands. I've dumped a lot of my collection in an effort to build some seed money for this endeavor. I am literally going to build a Golden Age DC collection from the ground up. So I thought it might be fun (if anybody was interested) for you guys (and gals) to come along for the ride. I'm going to use this thread to document what I buy and how I put this collection together.
Recently, I bought the first piece of this collection: Detective Comics #40 (CGC Qualified 2.0). Some of you have seen it already in other threads. I'm very excited to show it off as well as each new piece that comes into this collection. My budget doesn't allow for high grade books, and there probably won't be any mesmerizing finds on display here. But you will get to watch a collection being built from the ground up, no matter how long it takes.
Thanks for any who choose to indulge me and my quest.
--CosmicBoy