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288 pages, Paperback
First published March 1, 2013
The sensibility that animates this book, this series of instructions, is an incessant and irrepressible evocation of the full range of human faculties. There's an inextinguishable headlong precision, an unapologetic pan-sensual pungency utilized to establish mood, action, and motivation.And the well-read Campbell has a sharp eye for the all-caps panel descriptions' beautifully gratuitous literary virtues, which seem to be the basis for his selected excerpts:
THE RECTOR, IN DANGER OF BECOMING AN ERECTOR, CROSSES HIS OWN LEGS CONCEALINGLY AND SHIFTS A LITTLE AGAINST THE HARDNESS OF HIS CHAIR. SOMEWHERE WITHIN THE ROOM, A CLOCK TICKS AS DUST MOTES TUMBLE IN THE SUNBEAMS. THE LACE OF MRS. GULL'S UNDERSKIRT RUSTLES INAUDIBLY AGAINST THE CHEAP SILK OF HER STOCKINGS. THE RECTOR SWEATS.Et cetera. Yet Campbell's self-described "classical sense of form," according to which "the parameters are laid out at the onset" and "new material must not be introduced at the denouement," constantly conflicts with Moore's literary and cinematic romantic maximalism, from the opening anecdote where Campbell refused to draw an alligator wading through the Victorian gutter to his final insistence on not presenting William Gull's dying visions in a more psychedelic style than he'd theretofore used. Campbell quotes Bernard Krigstein on the possibility that Will Eisner's virtuosic storytelling with its "excessive fragmentation," as well as a prevailing bias toward the cinematic, sent comics form down the wrong path. He makes slighting remarks about Moore's insistence on "moving a hypothetical camera" around the inner space of the panels, and elaborates,
ALTHOUGH MOSTLY GULL'S COMPOSURE IS AS PERFECT AS COLD MARBLE, FULL OF SILENT DIGNITY AND POWER AND PRESENCE, SOMETIMES IN HIS EYES WE SHOULD CATCH JUST A GLIMPSE OF SOMETHING MAD AND ALIEN AND EVIL, LIKE THE GLIMPSES YOU CAN SOMETIMES CATCH WITHIN THE EYES OF THOSE CARRION BIRDS THAT GULL IS NAMED FOR. IT IS A MIND THAT CAN CONSIDER CENTURIES OF WAR AND SLAUGHTER WITH THE FULL KNOWLEDGE OF THEIR IMPLICATIONS, YET REMAIN AMUSED.
BENEATH THEIR FLAKING SKIN OF PASTRY THE KIDNEYS STEAM LURIDLY.
I SEE THE PANEL AS HAVING AN ALMOST CLASSICAL COMPOSITION: LIKE SHOTS OF DIANA AND HER NYMPHS BATHING BESIDE A POOL, BUT GRIMLY TRANSPOSED TO A SQUALID NINETEENTH CENTURY URBAN SETTING SO THAT THE THE GODDESS AND HER NYMPHS BECOME AGEING VAGRANT PROSTITUTES, AND THEIR POOL A WATER TROUGH. BEHIND THEM, BLIGHTED TERRACES REPLACE THE SYLVAN GLADES.
GULL JUST STANDS THERE IMPASSIVELY AND WATCHES HIM GO, COLOSSAL SLEEPING KINGS AND JACKAL-HEADED DEITIES KEEPING THEIR ETERNAL SILENT VIGIL ALL ABOUT HIM. HALF-HOUR OLD ECHOES STILL WHISPER AND CLATTER FAINTLY. A ZOMBIE SIBILANCE IN THE FAR CORNERS OF THE ROOM. MAYBE GULL EATS A GRAPE.
One of my guiding principles in making comics…was to eliminate unnecessary cutting and replace it with an observation of body language. In order to record subtle interactions between two bodies, they both need to be seen in each and all of the pictures.Campbell prefers stable, human-scale viewpoints without dramatic cuts that allow the gradual revelation of gesture and character. He also adumbrates Moore's postmodern view of his own work's historical premise with "a drawing style that could embrace ambiguity and hypothesis while still presenting a literal narrative happening in front of us." This is why a set of scripts that initially read as if they were written for Dave Gibbons produced a finished graphic novel that feels so much more intimate and alive, even when it's storming the heavens, than Moore's prior and most of his subsequent work. That it doesn't quite convey the occult sublime Moore was obviously intending in some sequences might as legitimately be read as an ethical and political choice as a "merely" aesthetic one.