Spontaneous rekindles interest in the mystery-horror genre grounded in human experience not unlike Fringe or The X-Files. In this book, lead character Melvin watched his father combust spontaneously, a tragedy that has driven him to solve the mystery that causes these sudden human burnings to happen.
There was both good and bad news for the so-called geek and nerd audience, as Fringe survived its move to Friday night, but they were left with no Space Opera with the cancellation of Caprica and Stargate Universe.
Regardless of format, what seems unlikely to change is the use of comics for serial storytelling. In the future, this may take place on the web, or in e-editions, it may not follow a monthly publishing schedule, but like television, comics is both historically associated with serials and well-suited to making and delivering these kinds of stories.
For both writers and artists working on adaptations of movies and TV shows, the challenge is to find a working space wherein one's own sensibilities can be effectively meshed with the look and feel of the original text and into a book that works for readers.
Fringe is The X-Files new and improved for viewers with shorter attention spans and an appetite for more gadgets and less paper work, more super geniuses and fewer bureaucrats, higher body counts and less verisimilitude, more answers and fewer questions.
All my serialized sci-fi shows seem to have turned into one-hour drama versions of choose-your-own-adventure books. I’m still trying to figure out if this is a cop-out or a stroke of genius. Maybe it’s both.
The recent and depressingly bland episode "Johari Window" was another in a distressingly large number of dull episodes bookended by a few spectacular gems. Will Fringe ever fulfill its potential and become a consistently great show?