Neonomicon #2

Comic book, 2010

Hey, so, Alan Moore’s got a new comic book out and it’s really good and no one’s really talking about it. Not hard to see why though. It’s a low class horror book from a low class horror publisher. But not even that would get people to ignore a new Alan Moore comic. This thing is being ignored because it’s raw. I really, really liked the first issue of Neonomicon. The story and art weren’t perfect, but it had an atmosphere of impending dread unmatched in maybe any comic I’ve ever read. In this issue some of that dread came to pass and… well, it certainly delivered on it’s threats. I don’t think I’ve ever seen rape depicted so sternly and straightforwardly in any media. It’s rough stuff, and I didn’t enjoy it. It would be fine, if there was, like, a reason for it. If it was there for any reason other than to be horrible. But to me there’s not, and it just made me feel awful. (Yes, I’ve heard that there’s some crazy meta gag to this thing, but that type of thing has never really interested me.) There’s still no denying that this is a well put together comic; there’s some successfully effective storytelling tricks, Burrow’s art is nice (even though it crumbles under it’s own weight fairly often), the colors are a little livelier than the last issue, and it even has a genuinely erotic scene so that when the sexual horror show starts up it really gets under your skin. Nicely done. But geez, guys. Why? If the horrors left dangling (literally) at the end of this issue are followed through on the next, I don’t know how I’m going to feel about Neonomicon. I’ll give it this though; if Neonomicon‘s goal is to make you feel like you’re reading something awful and evil that never should have been made, and it might well be setting out to do just that, then it’s succeeded. 3.5

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