LOOK: Alan Moore's "Jerusalem" Cover Revealed

[CBR News]

The cover to "Watchmen" scribe Alan Moore's prose novel "Jerusalem" has been unveiled in anticipation for the book's September release.


Full article here.

[matttriano]

'In the half a square mile of decay and demolition that was England’s Saxon capital, eternity is loitering between the firetrap housing projects. Embedded in the grubby amber of the district’s narrative among its saints, kings, prostitutes, and derelicts a different kind of human time is happening, a soiled simultaneity that does not differentiate between the petrolcolored puddles and the fractured dreams of those who navigate them. Fiends last mentioned in the second-century Book of Tobit wait in urine-scented stairwells, the delinquent specters of unlucky children undermine a century with tunnels, and in upstairs parlors laborers with golden blood reduce fate to a snooker tournament.'

Jesus. He must've been hammered when he **** this out. Run-on, pure nonsense. Turgid as ****. Maybe he's trying not to sell books? Like some kind of personal financial subversion. Avante garde capitalism at its very best.

[PhilSandifer]

'In the half a square mile of decay and demolition that was England’s Saxon capital, eternity is loitering between the firetrap housing projects. Embedded in the grubby amber of the district’s narrative among its saints, kings, prostitutes, and derelicts a different kind of human time is happening, a soiled simultaneity that does not differentiate between the petrolcolored puddles and the fractured dreams of those who navigate them. Fiends last mentioned in the second-century Book of Tobit wait in urine-scented stairwells, the delinquent specters of unlucky children undermine a century with tunnels, and in upstairs parlors laborers with golden blood reduce fate to a snooker tournament.'

Jesus. He must've been hammered when he **** this out. Run-on, pure nonsense. Turgid as ****. Maybe he's trying not to sell books? Like some kind of personal financial subversion. Avante garde capitalism at its very best.

Made perfect sense to me. /shrug

[Dark-Flux]

Yeah, not sure what the issue is exactly.

[Random4]

What the heck is that synopsis.....I have no idea what that even means

this could surpass James Joyce's Ulysses in incomprehensiveness

[PhilSandifer]

What the heck is that synopsis.....I have no idea what that even means

this could surpass James Joyce's Ulysses in incomprehensiveness

Nah, there's only one chapter that's a Joyce pastiche.

[The Beast Of Yucca Flats]

Yeah, not sure what the issue is exactly.

What it's always been: lowly, lowly comic writers getting ideas above their station.

[Dark-Flux]

Alan Moore a lowly comic writer? Riiiiiight.

[The Beast Of Yucca Flats]

Alan Moore a lowly comic writer? Riiiiiight.

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[Random4]

will this be good?

[t hedge coke]

What the heck is that synopsis.....I have no idea what that even means

this could surpass James Joyce's Ulysses in incomprehensiveness

Millions of people around the world have read Ulysses. It's just some folks going through their day. It's not even remotely incomprehensible. Just get up, shave, go for a swim, go to work, get paid, check on the relatives, check out the girls... etc.

[Coin Biter]

Finnegan's Wake on the other hand ...

The quoted passage is not incomprehensible but is a little florid for my taste. I'll still read the book, though.

[Random4]

"In the half a square mile of decay and demolition that was England's Saxon capital, eternity is loitering between the firetrap housing projects. Embedded in the grubby amber of the district's narrative among its saints, kings, prostitutes, and derelicts a different kind of human time is happening, a soiled simultaneity that does not differentiate between the petrolcolored puddles and the fractured dreams of those who navigate them. Fiends last mentioned in the second-century Book of Tobit wait in urine-scented stairwells, the delinquent specters of unlucky children undermine a century with tunnels, and in upstairs parlors laborers with golden blood reduce fate to a snooker tournament.An opulent mythology for those without a pot to piss in, through the labyrinthine streets and pages of Jerusalem tread ghosts that sing of wealth and poverty; of Africa, and hymns, and our threadbare millennium. They discuss English as a visionary language from John Bunyan to James Joyce, hold forth on the illusion of mortality post-Einstein, and insist upon the meanest slum as Blake's eternal holy city.Fierce in its imagining and stupefying in its scope, Alan Moore's epic novel, Jerusalem, is the tale of Everything, told from a vanished gutter."

this is the full synopsis


WTF does this even mean

T Hedge can you come in here and translate?