Thor: God of Thunder #8 – Are You Certain There Isn’t Any Ale Left?

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There have been very few comics since the Marvel Now launch that I’ve enjoyed more than Thor: God of Thunder.  Jason Aaron has a brilliant grasp on Thor (across multiple generations) and is writing an absurdly high concept, wonderfully pulp inspired story.  And if Aaron’s writing isn’t enough to bring you in, look no further than Esad Ribic’s utterly epic artwork.  Ribic is, without a doubt, drawing the most definitive Thor since Walt Simonson’s epic run.

This issue continues the ongoing God Butcher saga and see the three generation spanning Thor’s (Young Thor, Now Thor, Old King Thor) finally coming together.  The bulk of the issue, however, follows the brash, young God of Thunder as he attempts to rally the god-slaves of Gorr’s planet.   And thanks to the wonders of the space-time continuum, Young Thor gets a nice slap back to reality and a solid assist from Old King Thor’s granddaughters, the Goddesses of Thunder (Jason Aaron + time travel = awesome).

The remainder of the issue follows Now Thor and Old King Thor aboard their flying longship making their way to Gorr’s Planet.  The back-and-forth between Now Thor and Old King Thor is equal parts hilarious and insightful.  I’ve found it particularly impressive the way Aaron has managed to find three distinct flavors for essentially the same voice.  There is just enough difference between the three generations of Thor to keep the interplay engaging.  Young Thor is vain, arrogant and brash, but the reader can see the qualities that lead to the heroic Now Thor.  While Old King Thor is a battle hardened curmudgeon, with a healthy dose of exasperation directed at his younger selves, with a little bit of Odin thrown in for good measure.

It’s also noteworthy that Young Thor smacks Now Thor in the face with a starshark.  And that is one of the most amazing sentences I have ever written and precisely why you should be reading this comic.

9.5/10

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Keith is a life long gamer, movie buff, occasional harmonica player, and, most importantly, a comics nerd. Like all the best nerds, Keith is a child of the 80's and 90's and an often loud and vocal advocate of the cartoons of that era (seriously, though, they are unquestionably the best cartoons EVER). He currently resides in New York City with his lovely, if often exasperated wife, Rachel and their two cats, Ollie and Juno.

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