This page is moving to:

Geocities is shutting down this year. Please update any bookmarks you may have. This page will remain here until Geocities shuts down. As of today (June 25, 2009), the above link is to an identical copy, but I may be redoing things in my upcoming redesign of my website. Thank you for your patience.


By J. Stephen Bolhafner
Published in the St. Louis Post-Dispatch
Sunday, April 3, 1994 Page 5C

Neil Gaiman's Death, sister to Dream and one of the Endless who are older and more eternal than the gods, steps out on her own in "Death: The High Cost Of Living" (104 pages, DC Comics, $19.95 paper), a graphic novel reprinted from the three-issue miniseries.

Once every 100 years, it seems, Death takes on mortal form for one day, to remind herself what life is like for those whom it is her task to dispatch. As a human girl named Didi, she befriends a suicidal teen-ager and helps a bag lady who's more than 250 years old find her hidden heart.

Gaiman is always an interesting writer, and although fans of his "Sandman" comic book will obviously pick up on a few things others won't, this book is accessible to those who've never heard of him before. The art by Chris Bachalo and Mark Buckingham is very good.

Also included is a little piece about AIDS and condoms by Gaiman and artist Dave McKean that was inserted into all of DC's Vertigo line for one month as a public service announcement. I'm not sure it fits here, but what the heck.

Comments? Questions? Drop me a line
This page has had visitors since 09/01/2000
This page was last updated: 09/02/2000

Steve's Reads (Home)
This Week's ReadLast Week's ReadPrevious Reads
CerebusSandmanLove and Rockets
InterviewsReviewsComics & Comic Books
Good Comic BooksGood Comic MagazinesAlternative Comics

The words on this page and others maintained here are © J. Stephen Bolhafner.
Images in this webspace or pages linked here are all © their respective creators
Feel free to add add this page as a link, or to copy any of the links to your own page -- just don't copy the words themselves without my express permission, or I shall be forced to send my lawyer over to beat up your dog.