Part man, part ... rock? Over seven feet tall and weighing over a thousand pounds, he is known as Concrete but is in reality the mind of one Ronald Lithgow, trapped inside a shell of stone, a body that allows him to walk unaided on the ocean's floor or survive the crush of a thousand tons of rubble in a collapsed mineshaft ... but prevents him from feeling the touch of a human hand. These stories of Concrete are as rich and satisfying as any in comics: funny, heartbreaking, and singularly human. Depths, the first in a series of collections reprinting the classic early Concrete stories along with never- before-collected short stories, includes the Eisner-nominated Orange Glow and Vagabond, Paul Chadwick's autobiographical account of a cross-country hitchhiking trip.
When you're over seven feet of walking, talking stone, you're bound to draw the media spotlight, especially when you live in Tinseltown. Concrete's celebrity status is sometimes a pain in the buttress ... but it does bring the occasional paycheck gig. When the producer of a low-budget science-fiction film approaches Concrete to use his prodigious strength to help save money on the film's FX budget, the siren call of Hollywood draws Concrete like a moth to a flame ... a seven-thousand-dollar-a-week flame, that is. • Concrete is a multiple Eisner and Harvey Award winner.