From Hell feels like the most personal of Alan Moore's work and it shows from the meticulously researched appendices that are longer than some entire graphic novels to the expertly executed renditions of London's architecture by Eddie Campbell. It is a heady, dark neo-noir thriller uncompromising in its depictions of violence and madness.
And therein lies the problem: by being uncompromising in its vision it's highly unapproachable as a piece of literary fiction. Dense text with no footnotes (unless you earmark several dozen pages in the back where Moore keeps his author's notes) and a historic narrative with a resolution of "men who tolerate monsters are worse than monsters" makes for a difficult work to engage with in good faith. I remember the vivid imagery, the frightening rants in the vivisections, the way Campbell can render the brutal murder scenes in ways more violent than the actual photographs, but I have no desire to go back or reevaluate the work as a whole.