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Sorting comics is hard.

Given that there are often at least two people with authorship over a comic, and that these comics sometimes star franchise characters, it becomes hard to sort comics in a meaningful way. Going alphabetical-by-title will split up the works of authors, and often break up series. Alphabetical-by-author splits franchises and (sometimes) series, as well as leaving one to decide whether to sort by writer or artist. Switching between styles leaves a bookshelf with no logic, which can even confuse the person who placed the tomes there, and almost defeats the purpose of sorting in the first place.

Like the earlier Beck problem, there is no easy solution to this petty issue, which arises from something I enjoy, albeit indirectly.

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  1. If you would just cultivate a monomaniacal focus on duck comics, this problem would be simplified considerably.

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