My son Coleman has been buying and digging DC’s latest extravaganza, Blackest Night, and he was kind enough to lend it to me so that I could check in on the company’s latest twists and turns in continuity. Lately he’s been one of my windows into the DC Universe (along with Batman and Robin and the disappointing New Krypton franchise); thanks to him, I have a better idea of what’s now happening to the Green Lanterns and the various other “colored” Lanterns of the DCU, the reds, the yellows, and so on, who together comprise Geoff Johns' so-called emotional spectrum. This “spectrum,” in effect a prismatic retcon of the Green Lantern mythos, strikes me as one of the more interesting gimmicks with which the DCU mythos has been retrofitted in recent years.
Unfortunately, no offense to Coleman, I haven’t found much to enjoy in Blackest Night. Not my cuppa tea, and all that.