The_root_of_all_evil said:
mshcherbatskaya said:
The_root_of_all_evil said:
mshcherbatskaya said:
However, if you tell me Neil Gaiman is a better writer than Alan Moore, I will cut you.
Gaiman isn't obsessed with superhero sex and can usually string a coherent sentence together. And if it's
Sandman versus
Watchmen, Morpheus pwns Manhattan.
*flicks out switchblade*
*dons kevlar*
You don't like Moore's most influential work but you're putting him above a man whose not only successfully took on Hollywood, won and got a few webbys? Oh, and has not just done it with
Sandman, but raised AIDS awareness with
The High Cost Of Living, broke the children's market with
Coraline, teen market with
Stardust and still finds time to write interesting female characters that aren't based on the lacklustre triumvariate of babe, mother, whore. (Or in Miller's case, whore)
Since when does most influential = best?
Watchmen was innovative within the context of the superhero genre, which I don't particularly care for (X-men was an exception for a while, but...well, lets not get into that), and the rather meta comic within a comic was, especially for it's time, impressive. But I will be the first to say that the ending of that story jumped the mutant psychic alien shark. And what does taking on Hollywood have to do with comic books? Raising AIDS awareness? I had no idea Gaiman was so noble. I thought he was jumping on the bandwagon to give his story a topical urgency and significance it otherwise lacked.
I tried to read
Coraline but got bored and quit. Same with
Stardust, the appeal of which utterly escapes me. I don't know what female Moore characters you are talking about, but Minna Murray and Sophie Bangs rock my socks. How can I fail to love a heroine whose battle cry is, "Someone get me my pen."
Gaiman gets on your nerves for being clever?
No, he doesn't get on my nerves for being clever, he gets on my nerves for being "clever." I trust you to understand the difference.
"I'm sorry Mr. Gaiman but people find your work too inviting, evocative and comforting.
'People' might, but I don't. No, wait, I will agree with you on "comforting." I think there is something very comforting about his work. That is not a compliment.
And yes, Moore is a moody, anti-social sod, from what I understand of him. Why being nice has any bearing on the quality of his work I don't know. I buy his comics from a store, not from him directly. He can growl as much as he likes as long as he keeps writing.
And what exactly is wrong with a guy who can realistically depict men and women as not only frail moths but also utter shits. Moore does shits and repressed shits all the time and it just gets old.
I personally never found Gaiman's characters particularly realistic or compelling. I guess I must just like shits. That's probably why I continue to post here. (Oops! Did I say that out loud? OH MY GOD, I HAVE NO INNER MONOLOGUE!) I kid, I kid, I'm joking of course.
...
Anyway...
Personally I'd enjoy a walk through the sheer hell of Delirium's lair and the heart rending of Desire than ANOTHER fecking monologue of mock-Wolverine macho bullshit about how to be a man you've got to fuck and kill your way through everything.
I've thought about this and I have no idea what you are talking about. What Moore comic is this, with the macho bullshit? That's a totally serious question. Though I would agree with the critique that he kind of wandered away from the actual story into a primer on hermetic Kaballah, I'd be quite happy climbing he Tree of Life with Promethea. But then I like tha shit anyway.
As far as Desire goes, the best Desire story I ever read was fanfic (by a talented writer who I've lost track of, unfortunately.)
If you're talking about a fight though, let's stay away from the award winners and touch on some of the lesser known stuff. Against the Superhero Sex of V, which was first done better in Tharg's Future Shocks back in his script droid days, I'll bring out Neverwhere which actually links into London far more than V's verbal vomit of vernacular.
Superhero Sex whut? Nevermind. And
Neverwhere? Bought and read the first six issues or so, was unimpressed with the first, bored my the second, lost any optimism I had about it by the third, and why I struggled on trying to read it for three more issues I really don't know. I think it's because I had run out of
The Invisibles trade paperbacks or something.
Or for world ending, how about Good Omens
See my comments above re:
Coraline, Stardust, and
Neverwhere.
which actually paints the end of the world as if realized by Agathur Christie and Richard Crompton, but it's still shocking stuff. Saying that Moore writes better because he writes grittier deletes the great work of Douglas Addams, Terry Pratchett, Ben Elton and others. Poirot was still a match for Marlowe as detectives, despite their different settings.
OK, I think we hit the point where we have to call off the discussion on the grounds of We Just Have Really Different Tastes. You are citing a bunch of authors who don't particularly interest me. Adams was good, but I quit about halfway through the third Hitchhiker books. I have (Ultrajoe will never forgive me for this) tried and failed at various times to read Terry Pratchett, and I have never seen the appeal of Agatha Christie at all but I love Raymond Chandler.
The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen is Moore trying to be Gaiman by wrapping tales together, but then dropping all pretense of the subtlety these characters worked with to crowbar in unfunny jokes.
No, he's not trying to be Gaiman, he's having fun playing with the tropes of pulp fiction of a specific era. Of course it's not subtle. The source material was in no way subtle, and if he is doing a pastiche experiment, not with the stories but with the genre conventions themselves, subtlety would be 180 degrees in the wrong direction for what he was trying to do.
And then they all fuck and die. Again. I'm not saying he's a nihlist, but even Nietzsche said positive things from time to time.
What should he have done? A comforting ending of some sort? I'm rather surprised that, judging by our tastes displayed here, I apparently have a much darker worldview than you.
At least we agree on the atrocious bastardization of superheros spawned from the gonads of Miller though.
*gags at the thought of Frank Miller* Oh, and his art is so fugly it makes my eyes bleed.
Let's make Superheroes realistic. Let's destroy dreams to create nightmares and then sell them as the new dreams. There's no rule we cannot break apart from "just leave it the fuck alone."
Again, you have completely lost me on this rant in a "what the hell are you going on about?" way. But then again, look at the other stuff on my shelf: Grant Morrison, Warren Ellis, Garth Ennis, Brian Vaughn, and Brian Bendis.
So, having established that our tastes are such that I have to repect our differences, and knowing that, when it comes to maintaining an ongoing wrangle with you, I will never surpass the accomplishments of Cheeze_Pavilion and would only expose my own lack of stamina and bull-headedness in that arena, I bid you adieu. Also, ironically, given the origin point of this discussion, I am moving into my new apartment and need to go transport my archival boxes of comics and a couple bookshelves of trade paperbacks to my new place. Oh, and the equal quantity of manga. Though my consumption of that has slowed down a bit, now that all the titles I follow have caught up in translation, and so now I am stuck with the Japanese schedule of quarterly and half-yearly releases.
(Is American, Not under 35, doesn't give a rat's ass about Jackson but wouldn't mind going to the Comic-Con)[/quote]
P.S. Regarding the boy who bet that girls aren't interested in comics - if his profile is to be believed, I have been collecting comics longer than he has been alive.
P.P.S. Someone loaned me
American Gods and I must say, I'm enjoying it so far. So there you go. If I can learn to enjoy Gaiman, maybe there is hope for you.