What’s the point of Robon Hood’s copy cats sharing the stories with god like beings or and tricksters worthy of ancient myths? I don’t know either. Yet somehow, movies made Hawkeye work quite naturally next to likes of Iron Man and Thor and CW’s Green Arrow series was enjoyable for about three seasons if you are as forgiving as me. A couple years ago it was proven to me that Hawkeye comics can work so it was only fair to give a chance to his DC counterpart. 

I will be honest. I probably chose the wrong comic for that. The amount of lore required as an entry point is staggering and it the first and biggest red flag. This book is meant for the long time fans and readers of Green Arrow stories. Quiver reintroduces Oliver Queen as the Green Arrow; he rises from the dead after 6 years absence from the comics (and 10 years in the comic’s world). Many things have changed since the last time Oliver dwelled among the living; customs, technology, his friends. Conveniently for the reader Oliver suffers from partial amnesia and does not recollect many events from before his death. Thanks to that everything is neatly summarized to us (or as neatly as several doomsday scenarios including caped vigilantes can be). However at the same time we are left to be flooded with repetitive exposition as our Green Arrow is so incredibly stubborn and does not accept the truth.


Oliver is not a likeable here. He is stubborn, self-righteous, deaf to common sense. Also he is so damn corny. It shows the old school character of this hero and how outdated he is. He is such an unbelievable theatrically bigger than life liberal and misoginyst at the same time! At one point he even explains how the serial killer roaming in his city could never be a woman, because women are too frail and sensitive to commit such monstrous deeds.

The story in Quiver is too inconsistent. It includes life after death, 30 years of family and relationship drama, occultism, scuba diving drug smugglers, rhyming demon and a serial killer. I believe it was supposed to be a heartfelt story celebrating returning hero but ultimately it came out to be unfocused mess. The art only adds to this chaos. It is pleasant, however not exactly in my style, but it is too comical for a story that despite its comedic quips is quite dark. This book is very much a product of its times. Not as corny and kitsch as the stories in the 90s but still too cheesy for today’s standards.

The only thing that I truly enjoyed is a reference to my beloved Casablanca on the very last page.


One out of five punching glove arrows.