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I've only just got round to reading the TPB of mine, and... it's very good indeed.
I found it infuriating, irritating and horribly self-indulgent AT EXACTLY THE SAME MOMENTS AND ON EXACTLY THE SAME LEVELS as I found it utterly brilliant. Which seems somehow fitting. Two halves of my brain are currently having a really heated argument about whether I loved it or hated it. They both agree, however, that it was executed perfectly. (Perhaps I should have posted this BEFORE that last beer- it just took me a full 30 seconds to spell "however" right).
The aspects I found really annoying (not specific scenes, just part of the whole songfic thing, which does get a special dispensation purely by being the entire point of the thing) were the same bits that made me go "whoah, cool!". At the same time. It's really confusing being me sometimes.
About the start of issue two I had this horrible sense we were heading into a world where Nick Hornby was allowed to write Hellblazer, but thankfully it turned out not to be true, and I ended the whole thing thinking of Martin Millar instead. Someone else who infuriates and inspires me simultaneously, and who is as a result one of my favourite novelists.
Yeah. Will have to read it again, I think, but that should be no great hardship, as it is, all other things aside, very good indeed.
(Incidentally, Kieron, I believe one of my work colleagues is a mate of yours, so I'm always within punching distance should you feel the need. I didn't make the connection with the name until the end, but while I'm here, great games writing too).
And, in what's probably the best compliment of all, I have a mate who will love this absolutely and uncritically, and whose name you may as well have put on it. I feel I should lend it to him for these reasons, and because he's just starting to discover comics, but fear doing so because I can guarantee he won't shut up about it for months afterwards and it might make me hate it, and that wouldn't be good. |
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