COMIC DETAILS
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Comic Description:
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Thor 357 Signature
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Grade:
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9.8
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Page Quality:
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WHITE
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Certification #:
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2727701005
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Owner:
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Thorseface
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SET DETAILS
Owner's Description
Thor no. 357: "A New Deal from an Old Deck or the Credit Card Soldiers"
Publication date: July 10,1985
Signed by Walt Simonson on 6/26/22.
Census: As of 6/20/23, 36 copies in 9.8 (up by 4), 4 signed (up by 1). There are 4 Canadian edition 9.8s, none signed.
Writer, penciler and inker: Simonson
Letterer: Workman
Colorist: Scheele
Favorite line and some thoughts:
"My husband, Odin, is gone beyond recall and I have had my fill of killing."
-Frigga, staying Thor's assault on the frost giants
After a second (and this time full) month off (cf. Bob Layton's cover to Thor 356 and Hercules' "Stand aside, Thunder God--Walt Simonson is on vacation and so art thou!"), Walt returned to pencilling and inking duties with this issue, where we find the Asgardians still recovering from the Surtur war. There is a nice, imminently believable moment at the beginning of the issue where the grieving Frigga prevents Thor from killing the frost giants that threaten the children of Asgard on their way back to the golden city, yet another instance of Walt's interest in character development and the spirit of mythology (Frigga is the mother of the Aesir, though foster mother to Thor, of course) shines through.
Don't miss the cameo by the Power Pack kids, Walt's nod to Louise's contemporary work on that book. Quarrelsome Jack is surprised by Hogun the Grim on the streets of New York. In quick succession we hear Hogun channel Cervantes: "There might be giants, my young friend" (whether this was Walt's intention is unclear) and discover that Fandral was once pals with William Shakespeare. A Fandral / Shakespeare team-up would make for a pretty great book if Walt ever decided to write / draw it. For her part, in perhaps the sexiest moment in Walt's run, Sif buys Bill some Groucho glasses and discovers her taste for bald alien men.
The gift Loki gives Lorelei once belonged to the obscure goddess Lofn, arranger of marriages. Lofn finds support in the Prose Edda.
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