I'm doing a review of Absolute Sandman, including some commentary on its relevance to the medium, and how profoundly it affected me at a very impressionable time in my life, for this week's Geek In Review at Suicide Girls. For the last five days, I've been re-reading the first 20 issues of the graphic novel that impacted me more than just about anything I've read before or since.
It is so cool to look at it again, for what is really the first time since 1988, and joyously recall the few panels or bits of story that have stayed in my mind, while also experiencing the rest of it for the very first time all over again, if that makes sense. All the reasons I loved it the first time around are still there (I won't get into them here, because it would take away the bulk of my column) and I am quite happy that they have weathered the years and changes within myself.
I've been listening to Danny Elfman's Batman soundtrack while I read it, too, just like I did the first time. I'm looking for a really ugly sweater and some lame pajama pants to go with a hairspray helmet, to complete the experience.