Famed author ARTHUR CONAN DOYLE must push aside his skepticism of the supernatural with the emergence of SPRING HEELED JACK, a mysterious phantom of urban legend. This sets in motion the revival of THE INSPECTRES, a secret society devoted to the investigation of the occult, and brings together, alongside Doyle, HARRY HOUDINI, BRAM STOKER, and ten-year-old AGATHA CHRISTIE to save London from a deadly, paranormal event.
David R. Flores is a writer-illustrator originally from New York. His debut novel, "Control; Alt; Delete: Dr. Stundel's Program To Reboot Your Dangerous Teen" was adapted from his award-winning screenplay. Along with co-creating "The InSpectres," David created and illustrated "Dead Future King," published by Golden Apple Books. Presently, he's co-writing and illustrating another graphic novel with his writing partner, Jarod Hunter Roe. David loves art, comics, films, music (particularly the electric bass), and most of all being a husband and a father.
The concept that is promised by the title is almost nonexistent. We don't see an actual organization dedicated to paranormal investigation, aside from the very first couple of pages, until the very end. This is really a story about a group of pretty generic characters in Victorian London chasing down a (possibly paranormal) villain.
The decision to make the characters real figures just seems more like nerdy fanservice than a meaningful storytelling device.
Having Harry Houdini be the one who’s all ‘let’s keep our minds open about ghosts’ and Arthur Conan Doyle being the skeptic is unintentionally very funny but that was the only thing entertaining about this book.
I'm not usually a big fan of Graphic Novels, but The InSpectres is unlike any that I've ever had the pleasure of reading. Whereas most comics have largely disconnected plots, Roe and Flores manage to string together an extremely film-like narrative that belongs in theaters one day. It's full of action, well written, and absolutely beautiful to look at from start to finish. An easy five stars - and I cannot wait for the second issue.
I am not sure how I feel about this. Sir Arthur Conan Doyle was well known for being a believer in spiritualism. In this book he is an unbeliever. At least to this point in his life. I am not sure where it is going to go. I think I will have to read the next volume just to see where this goes.
A bunch of real historical figures like Harry Houdini and Arthur Conan Doyle start up their own Scooby Gang to investigate some murders. It's actually pretty cool. It does end on a cliffhanger but there is a volume two.
Into every generation the InSpectres are born: one team in all the world, the chosen ones. They alone will wield the strength and skill to fight the vampires, ghouls, and forces of darkness; to stop the spread of their evil and the swell of their number. They are The InSpectres.
It's pronounced "inspectre" as in a ghost - a spectre. It's the only name we could all agree upon. The inspectres were an occult investigation society. We wanted to believe so badly we often overlooked the obvious in favour of the ethereal.
Spring-Heeled Jack has long been a mysterious figure in Victorian folklore and when it appears he has struck again it is up to Doyle and Houdini, with help from the mysterious 'inspectres', to uncover the truth.
A great introduction and hopefully it will have done well enough to continue and get a second volume. 5 stars. ------------
07/07/2024: re-read before diving into the second volume. I had forgotten how impressive this was! 5 stars again!
I have a tale of a man obsessed with the supernatural. So much so, his family disowned him and the world thought him mad. He travelled far and wide to find the keys to everlasting life, but his search proved fruitless. Vilified and ridiculed. He desperately wanted to show his critics that the realm beyond the living was as real as the paint on their doorstep. My great grandfather decided he would wear the face of the other- worldly...
And along with his cohorts, painted London far and wide the bright hue of red. In this one act, the legend of spring heeled jack was born! Labelled a public nuisance, my great grand- father was summarily ostracized from society. On his death bed he swore that, someday, he would prove once and for all that spirit's walk among us.