Eddie Campbell's visualization of a poem Alan Moore read in a pub after the death of his mother. It's a slightly depressed look at a human life - presumably Moore's own - through a misanthropic, perpetually unhappy lens reminiscent of Chris Ware's 'Lint'. Moore has a way with words still, but it's a bit of a bummer to see him in this mode. Campbell's art is nice but it doesn't add much - he mostly just draws the words literally. It'll be interesting to compare the book to a recording of the reading. ( )

stick to the comics. His style is too laboured. I read somewhere that when writing comics he'd practically write essays describing exactly every object in every panel in minute detail for his artist to draw. I think that abundance of detail carries over a little into his prose, making it a bit too boring and slow for my liking ( )