Diana Schutz - Early Life

Early Life

Diana Schutz was born on 1 February 1955 in Canada, Schutz read comics as a child. By her early teens, she began drifting towards romance titles, and then away from comics altogether until college, where she studied Philosophy and Creative Writing. Finding comics including Steve Gerber's Howard the Duck a welcome diversion from - if ultimately not a polar opposite to - "Plato, Bertrand Russell and Immanuel Kant," she found herself pulled back into the world of comics. Frequenting the comic shop called "The ComicShop" (owned by Ken Witcher and Ron Norton) in Vancouver, British Columbia, she ultimately dropped out of graduate Philosophy (with an undergraduate degree in Creative Writing) to move (in 1978) from being one of the ComicShop's few female customers to being one of its few "counterpeople", where she says she found herself "learn social skills I never learned in the ivory tower of academia."

Witcher, Norton and The ComicShop swiftly proved able sources for Schutz to discover comics, including "Barry Windsor-Smith's Conan; Jim Starlin's Captain Marvel; Craig Russell's Killraven; Dave Sim's Cerebus, of which she was "one of the first 2,000 readers to actually buy issue 1.

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