book 47, three to go
47 League of Extraordinary Gentlemen: The Black Dossier by Alan Moore and Kevin O'Neill
O'Neill's art is magnificent as usual--stylized and beautiful. Moore is, how to say it, boring. I know, I know, it's the cardinal sin not to express approbation about His Majesty, but it's true. The actual comic bits in the book are entertaining, but they are few and far between. Moore seems enamored of the text pieces he used to put in the old series about Alan Quartermain and makes them the focus in this book. Except for the PG Woodhouse/Bertie Wooster parody, it's all extremely dense both in subject and in typeface. In the interests of transparency, I only skimmed most of the text pieces. I began with the best of intentions but after a paragraph or so, particularly in the Jack Kerouac section, I just couldn't handle it. Does that make me lame? If so, I'm comfortable in my lameness.
O'Neill's art is magnificent as usual--stylized and beautiful. Moore is, how to say it, boring. I know, I know, it's the cardinal sin not to express approbation about His Majesty, but it's true. The actual comic bits in the book are entertaining, but they are few and far between. Moore seems enamored of the text pieces he used to put in the old series about Alan Quartermain and makes them the focus in this book. Except for the PG Woodhouse/Bertie Wooster parody, it's all extremely dense both in subject and in typeface. In the interests of transparency, I only skimmed most of the text pieces. I began with the best of intentions but after a paragraph or so, particularly in the Jack Kerouac section, I just couldn't handle it. Does that make me lame? If so, I'm comfortable in my lameness.