Lazarus #12 Review

writer: Greg Rucka / artist: Michael Lark I read a lot of comic books, but I don’t read all the comic books. I’m sure someone will dispute my following statement with something not in my pull-list, but it needs to be said: Lazarus is the most unique high quality comic book on the stands. I just don’t think I’ll hear any argument against that any more. Lazarus does more with building the bomb then most comic books do with the explosion. It’s possible that you come to comic books because you enjoy the action and you want to see a barrage of sword slashes, gunfire or meta human powers being exercised in large splash pages and I can’t fault that. This ain’t that book. It’s so much better for it. Welcome to the Gala everyone! Well welcome if you’re not Waste which makes up about 70% of the population. The 16 families are meeting for the first time in 65 years and they have marked it with just the right amount of lavishness. Two (of about six) awesome things I want to point out about this issue. For one, the interaction between the Lazari is great and surprising. Considering the frigid and robotic demeanor of the Bittner Lazarus in last month’s issue, we see the exact opposite in this issue, as she’s actually a shy and somewhat timid person when she’s not on assignment to be a badass killing machine and emissary. There’s actually quite a bit of camaraderie between the Lazari, even as they are fully aware that they may soon be dispatched against each other. And can we get a shout ou…