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To whoever finally approved the reprinting of this story arc, thank you very much!



DOOM PATROL VOL. 2: THE PAINTING THAT ATE PARIS TP
Written by Grant Morrison, Art by Richard Case & John Nyberg, Cover by Brian Bolland
The long-awaited second collection of superstar writer Grant Morrison's groundbreaking run on DOOM PATROL, this new trade paperback reprints issues #26-34. This collection includes the rise of the legendary Brotherhood of Dada - the only team of super-foes ever strange enough to rival the Doom Patrol itself - as well as the menace of the Decreator and the return of Monsieur Mallah and the Brain from the original Brotherhood of Evil. In addition, THE PAINTING THAT ATE PARIS features never-before-seen character conceptual sketches drawn by Morrison and a new cover by Brian Bolland.
On sale Sept 22 / 232pg / FC / $19.95

Way back in 1995 or 96, I was in a comic book convention and got to ask someone in the DC Comics panel if they’d ever reprint DOOM PATROL. They said the first trade paperback didn’t sell so well and that’s why they’re holding back on reprinting the rest.

So maybe DOOM PATROL is doing well in the sales or maybe Grant Morrison’s mojo is back and that’s why they’re doing this now.

DOOM PATROL #26 was my first exposure to Grant’s madness (I think). Simon Bisley’s off-kilter cover caught my eye and Nowhere Man’s opening speech got my hooked. “Evil is such an outmoded concept,” he said. “From now on let us celebrate the absurdity of life! The Brotherhood of Evil is dead. Long live the Brotherhood of Dada!”

(I think it was something like that… I don’t have that issue in front of my right now.)

It comes out next week.
Something to look forward to.



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