A small handful of really beautiful images were not quite enough to make me really enjoy this book. Maybe if I was already a big Moebius fan it might have interested me more. What it did was show me that, at his best, Moebius' artwork is as legitimate and impressive as any other visual artist of his time. Condense this down to the 10 best pages and I'd have been begging for more. Beyond those pieces though, there wasn't a lot here for me.
Still, with that being said, an impatient man of words like me was never going to get the most out of something like this, which will surely appeal to those who lean more towards the visual than the literary, or have a better understanding of artistic technique. I'm just not one of those people really and, generally, my appreciation and understanding of art is boiled down to that first impression of whether it strikes me or not. It's rare that anything really does, and a few images did here, my favourite being the full page one with the red background and the anxious looking man.
And luckily, I don't really give a damn what George Lucas has to say (I think he's a bit of an idiot really) but if I did I'd have been sorely disappointed that the 'introduction' by him, advertised on the cover, amounts to a single paragraph of the blandest comments that anybody could ever make about anything. It fell just short of 'I heartily endorse this event or product'.