Warren Ellis and Darick Robertson,
2001-2002
(November 2012)
And we’re done. Fittingly we round out this
year’s reading with the final volumes of Spider’s antics.
Yeah, OK, I kind of held off on them a bit
so they’d all wrap up nicely like this, but it seemed fitting. And I know the
dates don’t match exactly, but there’s a lag so you’re just going to have to
trust me. I’ll also be doing a slightly more detailed look at this year’s
reading very shortly, for the enjoyment of absolutely no-one.
Anyway, Transmetropolitan. In summary, all
the subtlety of an anal prolapse, and twice as much fun. I realize that doesn’t
quite work as a sentence but if you don’t think about it too closely it
captures the correct spirit. It’d have been a better story without the final
page, but I can’t hold that against all the hundreds that came before it. Muscular liberalism
at its messiest.
If you’re at all that way inclined, you
should also be aware of Mr Ellis’ equally extensive FreakAngels, which has the
added bonuses of being online, free, and legally so. Of course, if you’re that
way inclined you’re probably already aware of it, but if not, you’re welcome.
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