This series started off fairly intriguing but typically obtuse, Ewing’s trademark.
This volume is where it just gets messy.
Ewing is a very similar writer to Si Spurrier. They can’t get out their own way to just write a coherent, well structured narrative, that flows in a way that makes a compelling read. What we end up with is a writer who has been pulled down a rabbit hole overthinking a concept so much, out of a desire to be seen as clever and play up to his existing fan base, that it becomes the main reason for the work existing, taking priority over what he is paid to do; entertain.
It’s a stuttering series that never fully gets going. That theres layers here and some smart ideas doesn’t ever make up for the fact that it’s just one big decompressed thought experiment dumped into a run of comics.
When you add Ewing’s desperation to excuse the behaviour of a very unlikeable and self obsessed Jo Mullien character, along with the abundantly clear self insert elements, you get this James Tynion IV thing of wondering where the line of Al Ewing the person ends and where the character of Jo Mullien begins.
This is made even more irritating when Ewing effectively takes a pause in the broadcast of the plot of this comic, to provide a whole issue dedicated to his intersectional politics.
It’s just so self indulgent and sadly dragging the Absolute line into the same issues that have plagued DC and Marvel in previous years. We badly need writers who are going to put these characters first over their own narcissism.
Better than volume 1! Jo is much more defined as a character, the story flows smoother, and adrenaline is pumped into my veins with each issue. I’m hooked!
There’s still the issue of telling instead of showing, but it seems more toned down here. My main point of contention is the color spectrum world-building, which feels simultaneously like a sledgehammer, hitting you very directly, and like water in cupped hands, leaving your brain immediately.