Atmospheric. Metatextual. Short sentences.
No quotation marks. Evocative of McCarthy. Evocative in general. Europe
descends to war. People fight the Nazis. The Nazis fight back. Also Vietnam.
Also superheroes.
This continues to be puerile and slightly
guilty fun. In isolation any one of these arcs is everything you’d expect and
want it to be, but still. We’re almost at the end of the run here and it’d be
nice if things moved forward a bit. Very much marking time until the inevitable
final showdown. Get a move on, will you boys?
More obvious references to stuff I clearly
don’t get. Anyone know what’s going on with the priest in Highland Laddie? He’s blatantly a parody of something or other, but
I’ve no idea what.
This is a pleasure that goes so far through
guilty that it loops round the other side and feels almost virtuous.
Well, perhaps not, but it’s still excessive, puerile, childish fun. Does a body
good every once in a while.
Coincidentally, I read these over the
weekend of St. Patrick’s Day, or ‘St. Paddy’s Day’ as an American colleague referred
to it when we were saying our goodbyes on the Friday. He was hoping I had a
good one, and while I appreciated the sentiment the only reason I know it’s on
March 17th is because I googled it just before writing this.