Reviews by eknapp
Good, good, and more good.
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Julie and Dillon continue to flee from Cain, the madman with the silver hand, and HeNRI, the shady agency that murdered the first wearer of the Beta suit. Ivy tracks Julie down but is suspicious of her employer's intentions. Annie speaks to Dillon, sending him on a vague save-the-world quest.

The plot moves, the story continues to display strong internal logic, Moore's drawings are still wonderful. I keep waiting for Echo to stumble but it just keeps going strong.
Worthwhile for series completionists.
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The final showdown. The world is overrun nightly by flying/crawling horrors and every day is a half hour shorter than the last. Glaeken's only hope to defeat Rasalom and stop the endless night is to reassemble a weapon destroyed long ago.

I read the original Nightworld many years ago, and just today finished the new edition, heavily revised to punch up the role of his parallel-series Repairman Jack character. (There are a couple amusing allusions to how the author is now a little embarrassed by that name.)

As a horror novel, Nightworld works pretty well. Wilson has dreamed up some pretty creatively horrific monsters and a fairly badass fate for the world.

As a piece of writing, Nightworld doesn't fare quite so well. Wilson is no poet. When I read his earliest novels he felt to me like a much better writer. Either I was enjoying the stories so much that it skewed my perception of his talent, or they WERE better-written and he's just gotten lazy or sloppy as he's cranked out sequel after sequel over the last couple decades. (I noticed a similar phenomenon with Robert K Tanenbaums Butch-and-Marlene series...great early, awful now.)

The tiresome ending is ripped right out of Ghostbusters 2. I hated Ghostbusters 2. Nightworld is a serviceable wrap-up to the series but it's no great shakes.
A great second volume.
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Volume 2 opens with Julie hiding out in the Nevada desert. She's being hunted by both a madman who also possesses some of the alloy and a relentless tracker working for the agency that got her into the mess in the first place. Sparks fly, and people explode.

Terrific follow-up to a terrific first volume. Moore is a master character-writer; everyone in the book just jumps off the page. Ivy's intuitive leaps, the homeless guy's madness, Julie's empathy, it's all totally believable.

Moore continues to do great things with black and white. And thank god he has abandoned the ridiculously cartoony surprise-expressions that ruined Strangers in Paradise for me. One shouldn't mix this much smarts and realism with Dagwood Bumstead art.
Hit-and-miss art; solid bare-bones story.
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Trevor has never left the rural farm in the rural valley that he shares with his timid mother, domineering father, and freakish-giant younger brother Will. When a neighbor's pig is killed and Will's father subsequently decides to end his younger son's life, Trevor and Will escape and try to leave the valley. Before they get far, they uncover the grisly secret that the valley's families have hidden for years.

Freaks of the Heartland is a short book, a surprisingly quick read, with great big panels. The art is mostly gray and taupe, which is meant to evoke a kind of Great Depression era aesthetic, I think. It's beautiful at times--when setting the scene or showing panoramic views--but action shots and close-ups of people tend to look like big confusing smears.

The story, which is simultaneously heart warming and heart breaking, is where Freaks shines. It's minimalist, stripped down to the bare essentials; there's a lot more that could be told, but does it need to be? The ending is perfect and went a long way toward redeeming the confuzzling illustrations in my mind.
Weak start, strong finish. Fascinating series.
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The first volume blended deadly seriousness with whimsy, the experience of a precocious child growing up in the midst of the Iranian revolution and subsequent war with Iraq. It was relatively heavy on Iranian history and politics. I loved it.

Persepolis 2 is more of a biography (and I don't much care for biographies) at least for the first half. But it does maintain much of the charm and disarming honesty of the first book.

It begins with Satrapi's teenage years spent bouncing around Austria, which I found to be dull, uninteresting. It read like standard depressing, formulaic memoir fare.

Things picked up between her humble return to Iran, her failed marriage, and her final move from Tehran to Paris. She delves once again into the stultifying political climate in Iran, the roots and causes of the suffocating repression, and the struggle of being a woman or a progressive in a fundamentalist land. A strong finish.