Sunday, March 30, 2014
Reader's Diary #1105- Alan Moore, Art by Eddie Campbell: From Hell
The first thing that struck me about From Hell is the amount of sex. A story about Jack the Ripper, whose targets were prostitutes, you'd have to expect some. But it's not just the prostitutes having sex, and perhaps that's the point-- I so badly wanted there to be a point. I don't think of myself as a prude, but when there's a lot of sex, cursing, or violence in the media, I do question whether or not it's gratuitous. For the record, I believe such things are sometimes important to tell a story. All the stuff in the Wolf of Wall Street? Necessary. So I have two theories about From Hell:
1. If society looks down upon prostitutes today, imagine how Victorian England must have felt. Perhaps this was Moore's way of suggesting that the upright morality was all a facade. This theory is bolstered by the identity of Moore's Jack the Ripper, who belonged not in the bowels of society, but the upper crust (I'm sure I'm mixing metaphors here, but I'm not a professional-- cut me some slack). Could it mean that Moore is suggesting that middle and upper society is at best no better than the lower classes, and at worst, even more depraved?
2. There's something terribly morbid about our fascination with such individuals as Jack the Ripper and their crimes. Some might even call our interest in them gratuitous. So, in a Catch-22 sort of situation, maybe Moore was being gratuitous on purpose: to mock our interest by taking it to such an extreme. Then, if it has a purpose, it's no longer gratuitous, is it?
From Hell is a bit confusing at times, with a myriad of characters (none of whom are drawn particularly well), locations, and conspiracy theories to keep track of, and challenging, with occasionally jarring scenes of supernatural elements (including glimpses of the future). For my money, I'll take challenging, but confusing I'll pass on.
I also found the lettering scrawly and hard to read. I've scoffed at publishers before for having entire pages dedicated about the typeset used in their novels, asking, "who cares?" When it's bad, I do.