Just because something looks deep and meaningful, it doesn't necessarily mean that it is. This book looks great, but scratch beneath the surface and you'll find that it's just shallow cliches and brooding 'darkness' that tells you as much about life as a Hollywood serial killer movie. The narrative is set in a mental institution, and as the paper thin plot progresses we learn that the mad are mad, the psychiatrists are mad and Batman, or society itself, is also mad. Really, what a revelation. Next time please inform me where bears defecate as the question has always troubled me. And equating madness with criminality and violence? That's just ignorant and betrays a very basic lack of understanding about the realities of mental health issues. It's a bit like equating protesting with violence, or peace activism with drug abuse. It's opinions without real world experience. Opinions that come from staying indoors watching a flicking box in the corner of your room. It has the stinky odour of accepting views on reality that come from sources that you really shouldn't be trusting. Hey, how about leaving the room and experiencing life for yourself? Just an idea.
As a work of art the book looks great, but wrapped up in it's own sense of cliched revelation the dialogue and plot become blurred, difficult to understand and ultimately just confusing and irritating. To summarise. The book is an 18 year old suburban teenager. It wants to be different. It wants to express it's own uniqueness. It wants to comment on society, but above all it just wants to be praised as original, intelligent and cool. It gets two stars for teenage coolness, but none for originality or intelligence, and it has nothing to say about society that isn't already a dull and tired cliche. It's like trying to comment on the world when the only life experience you have had is watching television, it just doesn't work. Reliance on cliches has made this book completely unrelated to the real world, and ultimately just something to waste your time reading (or looking at, as there's not much to read here) before you decide to actually interact with the world and people outside of your suburban teenagers closeted existence. This is bad teenage poetry. A bit embarrassing, and not something that anybody with any real life experience should bother wasting their time with. Dark, twisted, intelligent and intense? Nope. Disappointing, tame, insulated from reality and idiotic? Yes.