I, Vampire #10 – Review

By: Joshua Hale Fialkov (story), Andrea Sorrentino (art), Marcelo Maiolo (colors

The Story: The Van Helsings offer a very attractive insurance policy.

The Review: No need for a full-blown editorial, but when people complain about sameness of offering half a dozen Batman titles at once, yet simultaneously criticize the variety of choices available—well, it’s funny.  One of DC’s initiatives in its relaunch is to inject diversity into their entire line.  Not racially, of course, as the utter failures of Mister Terrific and Static Shock attest.  But you can’t deny the tonal landscape of the DCU has colored a lot since it rebooted itself.

So you can easily figure out the clockwork in the publishers’ head in choosing I, Vampire as part of its pristine line-up of 52 titles, especially over so many other deserving ones.  Fialkov definitely offers a very different voice from much anything else in mainstream comics: passionate yet detached, philosophical but without much investment in its philosophy.  It may very well be the most driven and somehow also careless series you read from DC.