Joe Kubert’s death made me realize that even though I admired his work, I had never encountered as much of it as I probably should have. With so much output - and so much of it very good - it was daunting trying to figure out where to start. I looked for something that was recognizable, but at the same time something with an easy point of entry. I opted for Tarzan, and I discovered something pretty early on: Joe Kubert’s Tarzan is awesome. Base on what I’ve read so far of the original Edgar Rice Burroughs novels - because Joe’s Tarzan made me want to go and read the original, which I had never done before - it seems pretty clear that Kubert’s Tarzan is Burroughs’s Tarzan, more so than any other version I’ve seen: strong but compassionate, eloquent but savage, and definitely not the guy you want to start a fight with, whether you’re man, ape, panther, or charging rhino.
Everyone talks about Sgt. Rock, Enemy Ace, Hawkman, and so on, and those are great Joe Kubert works, but it seems to me that he was born to write and draw Tarzan.