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The Seven Unknown Men are empty canvases, maybe
Definitely, surely? Aside from Zor, (Zod? Zap? Ian?) who in any case is apparently the Eighth of the Seven Unknown Men, so the original premise would appear to be in the toilet, right there, I seriously defy anyone to come up with a half-decent theory as to who these people are/were/will be/whatever based on what was actually said, in the text, in this shambles of a series.
Admittedly, I did enjoy this last episode as a Pop Art event, there were some nice lines, the art was great, but, as a monthly buyer of the thing (and the fact that there seems to be some sort of question surrounding whether this was the Korrect Order in which to read the comics just seems like the result of not so much lazy as arrogant writing,) there were far too many let-downs on the way.
I am planning on reading it all again, in at least two of the recommended sequences (again though, for heaven's sake ...) but too much of it seemed to have so little to do with the overall structure (off the top of my head, Guardian #3, Frankenstein #3, the whole of Mr M,) that having finished said isues there was the overwheling feeling of just a little sick, as post being sold an Oxo cube, not hashish, age 15. One asks oneself - 'Was I lttle bit to blame?' I often felt like a fool, for shelling out the cash.
Given the original structure (twenty eight episodes, topped and tailed,) it's hard not to think of George as a bad man for the opportunities he didn't take to flesh out the background properly, rather than just shoehorning in a raft of old ideas he'd been waiting to get out there somewhere, back from when I was keeping an eye on his flat back in '96. When he was more lovable.
I must sound like an old fuddy duddy, I suppose, but, if you're reading this, George, I'd say;
'Balls to the 'Age of Horus,' and such. I'm not having it. I like works of fiction to have a beginning, a middle and an end. The point of fiction is that it imposes meaning where there is none otherwise, if you like, but ...
More generally, I don't see why I should waste valuable creative time that could be spent more usefully sending doomed stuff off to publishing houses etc trying to work out whatever it is that McMicheal actually meant in the first place.
George, I no longer ... I don't know if I want to be your friend any more after this.
I'm not even sure if I'd buy you a drink, if we met.
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