As I close the final issue of Y: The Last Man I find myself fraught with conflict. Mere words cannot express how my world has changed as a result of Y: The Last Man.
This is a ground-breaking work of staggering genius. It is a perfect comic, and to classify it would be to diminish its contextual value. There are few tangible pieces of art, or film, or music, or literature that manage to tingle every essence of the intangible, and the only way to possibly describe them is using the term transcendental.
Y is thought-provoking, it is exhilarating, the art is fantastic, the dialogue is organic, the characters are sincere. I have not one negative criticism about it. The saddest part of Y, of which there are many, is closing the final comic. Where do I go from here? This is a deathbed comic. I hope to coin this phrase, deathbed movie, or deathbed song. What I mean, is that Y: The Last Man is so unbelievably amazing, that I wish I had saved it for my deathbed. That way, it would be the last comic I ever read. Since I’ve read it now, when I’m merely 22, I will never enjoy another comic nearly as much because I will always compare it Brian K Vaughan’s Y.
It twisted all over the place, and it ends with such a poignant bang, that you can’t help but smile; yet as I stated, the end is bittersweet, because while Y‘s protagonist Yorick Brown receives one of the most epicly awesome conclusions ever, it is in fact a conclusion. That’s it for Y.
I have come to know Yorick and 355 and all of the other characters surrounding our “last man”, and in 60 issues, these people have become my friends, my companions. When critics criticize the artistic and altruistic qualities lacking in comic books, I now firmly believe it is because they never read Y. Forget about the social commentary, forget about the art, forget about medium — Y: The Last Man tells a story of such a high calibre, that almost no one has ever been able to compete with.
Read it. Purchase it. The world is a better place because of Y: The Last Man, so do your part to keep it relevant. Purchase it. Make sure your local library has copies of each volume. Make sure your school library has copies of each volume. If you can’t afford it, save your money and pool with your friends to buy the volumes. You will not regret it, I promise you.
Now comes the time where I must make a plea. Whether Hollywood, or Mr. Vaughan, or anyone ever sees this article or not, I must make this plea. Please, do not make this into a movie. Y: The Last Man is pure genius, and it is unrivaled in its sociocultural context. This isn’t meant to be a commercial entity, dipped in honey and made easier for society to swallow. This is art in its highest, most esoteric form. Do not narrow its scope, nor its intensity and depth with a cheap adaptation. Even an expensive adaptation will not do this book justice. The world needs Y in its purest form, so I beg of all the suits and all the creative minds behind Y: The Last Man, do not make this decision lightly. Money will come and it will go, but Y: The Last Man will always remain.
Thank you so much to the creative staff and to the publishers, distributors and everyone else that gave birth and raised Yorick Brown, and Y: The Last Man.
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