This is one of those series' that I spend an incredible amount of time thinking about but can't decide if my love for its ideas outweighs my frustrations with it. I was excited to start Year Three since the previous arc, where the plot and characters seemed to dramatically and bombastically coalesce into, worked so well for me. But Gillen's style still trips me up, and in these volumes, he seems to fly past the plot moments that I most wanted him to explore further.
Characters come across major revelations, new relationships are developed, major players are taken off the table, but few of these events have much time to breathe before we're whisked away to something else. I audibly gasped several times while reading this, and I wish Gillen had let me simmer in the shock and emotion he's so good at generating. It doesn't help that protagonists like Laura/Persephone are at their most unlikable in these volumes. It's hard to hold onto my investment in them when they repeatedly make the most self-destructive, almost self-pitying choices possible, with motivations that are murkier than they need to be to convince me of their validity. All of this is probably "The Point™️," and my conflicting feelings about it say more about me than they do about the quality of Gillen's writing. I so want to adore this series, but whenever it feels like it finally has its hooks firmly in me, it does something that jars me out of its grasp.
And yet, with all that said, there are still so many amazing moments in here. The first issue of the collection, the supposedly infamous magazine-style experiment, totally worked for me. It's clever, meta, and turns what could've been an expositional info-dump into a neat way of exploring a corner of this world (the fame of the Pantheon) we haven't gotten to see much of. Many of the major plot points are thrilling, too, and Gillen's aptitude for a killer twist remains unmatched. Yet, it still feels like he's enforcing a plot-driven narrative, instead of a character-driven one. The former works fine, but the series seems like it wants to be ruled by its characters, and it's not. Maybe all of my frustration will evaporate once the entire story comes into view and I can see how all the pieces work together, but right now, I remain as conflicted, and captivated, as ever.
The artwork is still stunning, of course, and if it wasn't for McKelvie and Wilson's artwork so effortlessly embodying the rich, dense world, I would be far less inclined to keep coming back. McKelvie's expressions are remarkable and convey emotions and tensions better than Gillen's script does (as it should be, honestly, since comics are a visual medium). Wilson's vibrant, sharp colors make everything feel like it's ready to jump off the page and attack/seduce you. The paneling is more compact here than I'm used to, and the heavy use of six or nine-panel grids spanning multiple scenes is...hard to follow. Again, I acknowledge that this is probably intentional, but it also inhibits my ability to invest in whatever scene is unfolding, which isn't ideal.
Anyway, I'm very excited to see how the series wraps up in the Year Four collection I have waiting for me. I imagine and hope that the story will work better for me in hindsight once I can digest it as a singular entity. It's just discouraging to feel like so much of the series' most impressive feats are just out of my reach.