Blame
Godzilla. If not for Godzilla, I might never have started reading comic books. Sure, I had already read some
Star Wars comic books, and possibly one or two DC Comics treasury editions, but I didn't really get into comics until the late 1970s, and it was all Godzilla's fault.
By the late '70s, I had been exposed to a steady diet of
Godzilla movies on Saturday-afternoon television, so I was the target audience for Marvel Comics' licensed
Godzilla: King of the Monsters series.
Godzilla was an oddity. While Marvel's other licensed titles were set in worlds all their own, separate from the Marvel Universe,
Godzilla was firmly grounded in the MU. Godzilla tangled with
SHIELD, the
Fantastic Four, the
Champions, and the
Avengers.
For a newcomer to Marvel's roster of superheroes (apart from Spider-Man and the Hulk, of course),
Godzilla was a crash course. Thanks to
Godzilla, I quickly became a fan of the Avengers, and
Iron Man in particular. From there, things spiraled out of control.
But now you know whom to blame.