If you’re like me, a semi-reformed geek who grew up in the ‘80’s (or maybe even later), you heard the argument over and over again: comics are neither art, nor literature—that they’re just fluff. Pulp. Scribbles and capes and prepubescent male fantasy. And, if you’re like me, you pointed to Alan Moore’s Watchmen, later to Neil Gaiman’s Sandman, or the writing of Chris Claremont, or the art of Berni Wrightson and Barry Windsor-Smith, but it all fell on deaf ears. Well, Chris Callahan ends that argument forever with The Misplaced. This is ART and it is LITERATURE. And the fact that it’s Callahan’s first foray into comics is nothing short of astounding. (13/13)