I am probably having a mid-life crisis and I am stuck in place because of CoVID-19 travel restrictions (place=Wuhan, where I live and work), so my holidays have been domestic, in nature.
Well, no matter: I can catch up with fiction and games, rest, and generally refill the batteries, right?
So, I decided to go through a decades-old backlog of series, movies, books, etc. that I wanted to finish and be put in the dustbin, as a way of saying "teenager/young man me, STFU and GTFO".
Evangelion, I didn't want to finish but the wife forced me to (open/close tanget).
The rest, in pills, is this (TL; DR unless you really have a lot of time and the dump growling in your belly will require several flushings before it will be no more...I just wanted to vent a bit).
Harlan Ellison's works:
Ellison published a mini-series with Dark Horse, which adapted a few of his stories (including
I have no mouth and I must scream, adapted by John Byrne). This and a few minor stories I never read, and it is officially "file closed". Superbly skilled writer, though I admit that his non-speculative fiction works leave me cold.
Iain (M.) Banks' works:
Banks lived an artistic dual life as a SF author ("Iain M. Banks") and as a "plain" fiction author ("Iain Banks"). I went through his "Iain Banks" works and many of them are quite interesting, if only because the writing style and craft are also sublime.
I really liked
Espedair Street (the life and times of a musician from a ultra-popular band), and his debut,
The Wasp Factory (no spoilers, sorry, but deliciously creepy).
The Bridge is also marvelous, as an intersection of these two creative personae (no spoilers again, sorry). "File closed", too.
Grant Morrison's works:
I, very quickly, decided to avoid anything he has written that involves superheroes beyond
Animal Man and
Doom Patrol, and read
Joe the Barbarian (kid dreaming of being an "Isekai/other world" hero) and
Klaus (hippie take on Santa
Klaus, yes).
I re-read
The Filth and endured re-reading [/i]The Invisibles[/i].
I even met the guy in person (for work, I swear), and I would say that I liked his early "Vertigo" work and its obsession with recursion, and with ideas lifting left and right (like Anno Hideaki...damn professional otakus/fans and their copycat attitude). Rest, I can pass.
"File closed", as well.
John Byrne: A brief look at his work made me decide to finish his
Next Men, and nothing else. The series started in a relatively interesting manner (the US is hiding an experiment involving mutated humans with super-powers) and becomes a random mash-up of ideas very quickly.
The final issues were released in 2014 or so, and Byrne did not offer any resolution whatsoever. 3.5
Evangelions on a scale of 5, in terms of cacophony of themes and "wtf?" ending. Very quickly decided to stop at this series. "File Closed", ack!
Jim Starlin:
Oh dear, where to even begin...I started re-reading Adam Warlock's original stories. I did not remember that they lifted so heavily from Moorcock and (Jack) Kirby, while adding so much teenage angst.
I tried again
Thanos' Quest, and I felt...violated when the big reveal about Thanos' motivations was offered (I mean: "love"? Cosmic plots? Really?).
The Marvel movies did a surprisingly non-pathetic job in how they made Thanos a less ridiculous character (I mean, from "infinitely lame" to "infinitely lame -1", so...). Ron Lim's art is great, though.
I managed to finish
Breed (the third and final mini-series was released in 2011, after 15 years from the second: I missed it).
I then went back to the old
Dreadstar stories, and though absurdly verbose (hello, '70s comics), they do a certain type of space opera/fantasy relatively well.
I am trying to close this file. Wish me good luck!
Kieron Gillen:
OK, I finished his
The Wicked+The Divine.
Premise: the gods are re-incarnated every 90 years, live 2 years, and they they are gone.
This time, they look like mega stardom pop stars (e.g., Prince, Kanye West, David Bowie, Daft Punk...), and are all ex-fans promoted to divine beings.
...my 0.02 cents: this is an absolutely irksome premise that the writer (and James MacElvie at pencils) develop in a really skilled manner ("Pop stars are gods! Let's worship them!").
One aspect that I like, from a mere narrative point of view, is that they try to give renditions of pop-stars as inherently fictional characters and embed them in the comic.
For instance one character, "Inanna", overimposes the Sumerian god and "Prince" as the character that Prince Roger Nelson played to the public; "Lucifer" is a girl playing David Bowie circa "The Thin White Duke"; and so on.
Honestly, I think that only a 4-5 of these characters actually work (out of 12), but trying to use one of David Bowie's on-stage characters in a rather different narrative setting must be hard (congrats, Kieron).
A rare case in which I have been able to finish up a narrative even if I cannot absolutely stand the subject matter, because the authors tried really hard to do something interesting with it (MacElvie's art, I loved it).
I also finished
3 and
Uber. The first one is a well-researched story about a trio of Spartan helots fleeing from 300 Spartan warriors. The second one is "The nazi develop absurdly powerful super-heroes in June 1945".
The first one is a really sober work with no clearly lazy ideas and plot; the second one is an attempt at taking a very lame idea and developing it in a non-trivial manner (it does fall apart, near the end of the second series).
I might read more from this guy.
Michael Moorcock:
I am trying to get a hold of his comics series, and I re-read some works here and there, while also reading the (very old) adaptations published by First Comics.
Witholding judgement for a while, but the "whiny teenage boy" vibe of early Elric stories is hard to handle for my current me, and the "quick buck penny dreadful" style of Hawkmoon stories makes me wanna cry, now.
This retrospective may turn out to be quite the ordeal, I guess.
Finally, I tried to go through Garth Ennis' catalogue, so I was able to finish
Preacher (OK ending) and
Jimmy's Bastards (hilarious spoof of
James Bond and the Brit-style spy genre).
The rest, I had to stop at synopses.
I always thought that this guy is a master character writer, but not much else. Maybe I can try his "War genre" works, as I remember that he can write this type of fiction really well.
Still here, reading? Whoa, is that your longest shit, ever? Thanks for reading this.
...I am almost on the cusp of beginning to be on the verge of starting to think that maybe, just maybe, I could go through Warren Ellis' works.
The sane part of me says that I shouldn't, and if anything I should stop dealing with fiction, in general.
I wish that I could blame the whisky for this post, but it is 12.43 pm and I don't really drink anymore, anyway.
My official excuse is that I added a single comment each day, in the last month or so, and without ever checking if the whole post made any sense (I forgot to also write down time stamps: sorry).
Hey, Anno (Hideaki) and most of the authors above have built illustrious careers out of the same approach to writing, so I could be partially forgiven, after all!
If you really have finished reading
this drivel and you post proof, I would buy you drinks whenever we will meet in real life, promised
EDIT:
I started the draft of this post last 10th of July, and I also finished the comic version of
The Walking Dead. I have no excuse to offer, as to why I started this one: I really plead guilty!
"The only desire the Culture could not satisfy from within itself was one common to both the descendants of its original human stock and the machines [...]: the urge not to feel useless."
I.M. Banks, "Consider Phlebas" (1988: 43).