Every Wednesday, JP makes the after-work run to his local downtown comic book shop. Comics arrive on Wednesdays you see and JP, fearful that the latest issue will sell out, rushes out to purchase his copy. This regular, weekly column will highlight a particularly interesting release, written in short order, of course, because JP has to get his – before someone else does!
Neonomicon #4
Written by: Alan Moore
Illustrated by: Jacen Burrows
Published by: Avatar Press
Run!
RUN NOW!
Don’t even read to the end of this column! Run to your local comic book shop and pick up the long-waited-for last issue of Alan Moore and Jacen Burrow’s four-issue mini series, Neonomicon. If you don’t go now, the comic will most assuredly sell out and you’ll be hard pressed to find a remaining copy. Instead, you’ll spend hours, days, weeks (months?) praying to some ancient mythological, squid-like deity for a second printing or some kind of series compilation. And yes, those prayers will eventually be answered by your old gods but in the here and now….you won’t know how this crazed, horrific story ends. Can you stand that?
No. You’ll hate yourself for it. Absolutely despise the very core of your being.
Unbeknownst to yourself, you may very well commit depraved acts of bodily violence in some sort of unconscious psychological state – perhaps to yourself, perhaps to others around you. You may lash out, involuntarily, at government agencies, religious institutions – even paradigms of existence! And I won’t speak on the sorts of monsters that dwell deep down in the cellars of your id, ego and superego. Hell, the feelings of sexual perversion you’ll surely feel at not having this book would certainly overwhelm those grotesque, maniacal creatures.
Still, perhaps experiencing all of these emotions, deliberations and situations will bring you one step closer to understanding the sheer madness that is Neonomicon.
And in that, Alan Moore, great writer that he is, and Jacen Burrows, brilliant artist, have conjured their grand supernatural trap: whether you get your hands on a copy today or venomously seek one out tomorrow, they’ve made you the subject of their abhorrent story.
At once reviled and exalted, abhorred and glorified, deliberated and dismissed over the past year, Neonomicon is a horror story like no other horror story published – a tale that can only succeed in the visual medium of comic books. How magical is that?
NOW RUN!
And while you’re running, make peace with your gods!
