The 90s were a cesspool for the comics world. If you were around back then, and by “around” I mean reading and purchasing comics, you already remember it as such—if you have any sort of discerning taste at all, that is. If your taste is lousy you probably recall the decade as a golden era. It was, however, a golden era that almost destroyed the entire industry. The birth of Image led to a deluge of books offering style with no substance, the viewing of comics artists as rock stars, their names on covers guaranteed to sell millions of copies sans writers or even coherent storylines; this in turn led to the speculator phenomenon which, when it imploded, threatened to take the medium with it. In the 90s it was all about money, with no thought given to history, to quality, or to the fans. Image pandered, while Marvel started publishing an excessive number of titles in an attempt to glut the market and put all the small presses out of business. It worked and they did—but it also bankrupted the company! (Also, there was that Spider-Man clone thing.)
DC wasn’t immune, either. Remember when DC essentially purchased its own exclusive distributor, also in an attempt to kill off the little guys? Remember the stunts? Replacing Batman—twice—and killing off Superman. The latter, though, despite being a stunt, ended up being a decent story. (The one that followed it, however, the Red Superman/Blue Superman fiasco, made up for this oversight by sucking as badly as anything any of the other companies had done.) I don’t cringe when I recall the “Death of Superman/ Reign of the Supermen” storyline. I wouldn’t mind seeing it revisited, as DC plans to do—IF they handle it properly. And if they never mention Red Superman/Blue Superman again, ever. Like, EVER.