
The Origin of Captain Collector
I'm often asked about my favourite comic character. Some people also ask what my first comic was. When did I start reading comics? How did I get into comics in the first place? Questions upon questions, which I'll try to answer here in condensed form. The Origin of Captain Collector, so to speak.
It all began with the exodus from Hungary. In 1969 my parents left our home town of Budapest and, naturally, took us three children with them. By the time we finally arrived in Switzerland in the autumn of 1970, after an odyssey through an Austrian refugee camp, I was pretty much exactly 10 years old. Within a few months I soaked up the German language like a sponge, and the colourful little booklets called comics were not entirely innocent of the speed.
The riddle of the paper
I don't know exactly why, but the comics on display at the newsstands had a magical pull on me. Maybe it was because there were no comics in Hungary back then and the novelty fascinated me. Maybe it was also the fact that I had learnt to read very quickly at school in Hungary and had devoured huge numbers of books from 1967 to 1969. Maybe I simply couldn't resist this combination of words and pictures.
The fact is that only a few weeks after our arrival in Switzerland I was already reading Bessy and Buffalo Bill regularly. My pocket money didn't stretch to more than these two titles. Otherwise I would surely have bought the newsstands empty. My comic evolution then went from these Wild West stories to the funnies, that is, Fix und Foxi. Somehow they suited me better than Micky Maus. I sensed instinctively that they were more authentic. The logical next step was the multitude of Fix und Foxi spin-offs such as pocket books, albums and finally Primo.

The triumph of the superheroes
The end of Primo and the start of the WilliamsMarvel era in 1974 overlapped, but in the end only the superheroes mattered. And here I was once again all fired up for Marvel and wasn't particularly interested in DC. Well, Batman didn't leave me cold, admittedly. Marvel was like Fix und Foxi, DC was somehow Micky Maus. The final stage of this comic evolution culminated in the original American Marvel comics!
Of course, my reading and collecting stagnated in my late teens too, and it was only after a break of about ten years that I got seriously back into comics. Somehow, though, I never got away from them again, and ever since then, as Captain Collector, I've been fighting evil in the form of reading creases, staple rust and botched restoration attempts!
Did you know that one of the decisive factors in my waning interest in Marvel comics towards the end of the 70s was the cancellation of the Williams series? The dark era of Condor that followed thoroughly put me off.








