Another volume of The Complete Peanuts has shown up, but I do have to admit that as I began reading it (and noticing that its spine had Sally on it, walking in a direction opposite from the characters on previous spines, so as to have everyone headed away from Charlie Brown just as I'd wondered the last time around) I had a melancholy feeling or two to deal with. As the volumes entered the 1970s, I consoled myself with thoughts that while I could imagine others muttering about a "Golden Age" of Peanuts ending, I could still say the comic was entering a "Silver Age"... but with the seventies wearing towards a close, I could imagine people muttering about that age ending too. As I worked my way through this latest volume, though, even with the comics continuing to look a little different from a few years before (their proportions have changed too, and the little space left in every first panel for the title gets taken out in this volume) I started feeling more comfortable...
( 'He's never even heard of Farrah Fawcett-Majors' )
( 'Or Mary Tyler Moore!' )