Eoin Rogers

Here they come, the critics and the critical, the seriously and searingly opinionated, the boys that know better. They’ll try and tell you that you’re wrong, that your childhood memories of George Clooney as a viable protagonist are…

Goldfish The children tap the glass despite my protestations. You swish along your watery pew reproaching them in silent plosives mouthed into the water. You're not exotic enough for them, your orange wearing thin over a yellow…

In the final part of Eoin Rogers' series on the history of the comic books, he looks at the invasion of British writers and it's consequences. Alan Moore’s huge critical success with Watchmen was to usher in an entire new wave…

Eoin Rogers' series on the history of comic books looks at the role of influential authors Alan Moore and Frank Miller as they worked through darker themes, not seen in comics. As the sheen of the Bronze Age began to wear thin it would…

As an academic, the process of summarizing the works of one of the Established Cannon’s greatest contributors is often seen as a regressive, if not wholly reductive one. Surely any evidence of perceived greatness is tied entirely into the…

There were those who greatly despised Leaving Certificate poetry and then there were those who did not. I was one of the latter. Being taught by an eccentric woman, native of Cork, who would become so enthused by the works of Shakespeare,…

Part 4 of Eoin Rogers' series on the history of comics looks at how social issues of the 1970s began influencing the stories of our superheros. Check out the rest of the series here. No doubt a reaction against the squeaky clean…

It was the best of times it was the worst of times (and a time of anachronistic literary references apparently). The Enlightenment. Never before had mankind been so purposeful in its great venture to shine the clarity of reason upon the…

That time out back in Ardmeen All that is gold does not glitter, Not all who wander are lost. — J.R.R. Tolkien Drawn up through skin by thick fumbling fingers we popped out the doorway, the exit sealing up behind us. It was a…