Alan Moore: Wizard Needs Sex Badly
I love Alan Moore, as I’m sure many do; it’s not like saying you love pit bulls, or raw steak dipped in cranberry juice cocktail.
But man, I wish the dude would get over his whole sex obsession.
The League of Extraordinary Gentleman: Black Dossier is pretty astonishing stuff; I liked it, though I wouldn’t say I loved it, because I found parts of it to be so challenging to read (and in at least one case, skippable…yes, Kerouac parody, I’m talking about you).
I have to wonder, though…does Mina Murray need to strip down to her birthday suit every other scene? Do we need so many scratchy renderings of naked boobies?
It just seems a bit much, is all.
(Metanote: I wasn’t sure if there was a post in all this, but once I came up with the title, I knew I needed to write it.)
I would definitely say that Black Dossier is not the best of the LXG. I would even put it at the bottom. I was very disappointed after I read it. There was maybe half a story mashed in with a bunch of entries from the dossier which (for me) got old really fast.
All the nudity seemed like Moore was trying to convince everyone that he’s still edgy/relevant. You’re halfway through a page and BAM! for some reason she’s naked.
Yeah—it’s one of those things where I respect the creativity so much, from both Moore and Kevin O’Neill, and I enjoyed parts of it greatly, and it’s very clever…but it’s not totally bowling me over. I’m glad I read it, I’m glad I own it, but I’m not sure how often I’ll return to it. Except the last three pages; those rank among some of Moore’s best ever.