Transmetropolitan Vol. 9 and 10

Vol. 9: The Cure, Vol. 10: One More Time

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.

Transmetropolitan Vol. 7 and 8

Vol. 7: Spider's Thrash, Vol. 8: Dirge
Warren Ellis and Darick Robertson 2000/2001
(June 2012)

Ah, Spider, my old friend. Nice to have you back.

Transmetropolitan Vol. 5 and 6

Vol. 5: Lonely City, Vol. 6: Gouge Away

Warren Ellis and Darick Robertson, 1999-2000

(February 2012)

The adventures of Spider Jerusalem continue. They’re about as subtle as a headbutt, but they rattle along at a fair old pace and are entertaining to read. Plus, violence is funny (not really kids! Remember to brush your teeth before bedtime).

My usual habit of buying these collected editions in pairs has come back to bite me in the arse here somewhat, as volume six leaves off halfway through a story-arc. I guess I’ll just have to be patient until my next order. It does give me a chance to expand on my theory about ‘Box-set Syndrome’.

Transmetropolitan Vol. 3 and 4

Vol. 3: The Year of the Bastard, Vol. 4: The New Scum

Warren Ellis and Darick Robertson, 1998-1999

(December 2011)

After the last couple of books put me through my paces, cerebrally speaking, I was very glad that my christmas presents to myself turned up containing something a little easier to get my head around.

Transmetropolitan Vol. 1 and 2

Vol. 1: Back on the Street, Vol. 2: Lust for Life

Warren Ellis and Darick Robertson, 1997

(November 2011)

Comics (and let’s be unapologetic and actually call them that, none of your ‘graphic novel’ guff here please, because then you’re no better than the people who bought the Harry Potter novels with the moody grown-up covers in a cravenly transparent attempt to look like they weren’t reading a children’s book. ‘High’ and ‘low’ culture are such false opposites anyway, and can only exist if you actually feel embarrassed enough by your tastes to fork out an extra couple of quid simply for a cover with fewer cartoon owls on it. For fuck’s sake man up and like what you like) are something I’ve only recently got back into.