From the longbox; Namor the Sub-mariner

Moreso than Neil Young, Canadian John Byrne (technically a British-born immigrant and now naturalized American) made me who I am today.
At the peak of my comic-reading life, in the 1980s, Byrne's involvement was all I needed to pick up a book. From the clean lines of pencils to his writing, I was a sucker for his run on Fantastic Four and his work on Alpha Flight. And I thought his revamp of Superman in 1986, toning down the power level, was exactly what that character needed.
So digging through comics brought back from Dayton, I was intrigued to find issues 15-29 of Namor the Sub-Mariner with art and story (for most of the run) by Byrne. ($1 cover, until $1.25 with issue 23).
Byrne started the series, which recast Namor as a corporate titan whose company, Oracle, was never quite clearly defined but had something to do with environmental protection. And Namor, like Tony Stark, Bruce Wayne and Danny Rand, joined a line of superheroes who walked around in business suits until they had to go on some mission and would turn the reins of the company over to someone else.
On the plus side, Byrne's art was as solid as ever during the 1991-'92 run of the seris that I own. And his love of Marvel is evident by the cameros galore - Capt. America, Dr. Strange, Iron Fist, the Super Skrull, the Punisher, Savage Land, Ka-Zar and Shanna, and WOlverine. There are some charming bits in the run, like the two pages of Phoebe Marrs celebrating the death of her brother (another corporate titan type involved in some corporate chicanery against Oracle or some such).
And the story brought back Iron Fist, who had been killed off a couple years earlier.
I still have a sort of love for Byrne's purple prose. (Like when he tells Cap in issue 15 "It is not permission I seek, old friend. i am called back to Atlantis on a mission most urgent. I am here to tell you i am going and the petty laws of surface humans are not sufficient to restrain me." Or this narration in issue 20: Within the space of a single heartbeat, Namorita's lithe form was gone, vanished into the darkness of the angry waters.)
Really the series dropped off a cliff with issue 27 and artist Jae Lee and with Byrne only doing the story but scripting left to others. The tone changed heavily, the art wasn't nearly as appealing and the writing somehow became even more overwraught and ungainly. That proved to be a good quitting time.