You know, I'd forgotten how good this was. I read this deconstruction of the super-hero genre when it first came out in Warrior in the Eighties, and, like everyone else, fell in love with the audacity of the storytelling, the playing with language, the new perspective on genre tropes. But since then, we've had From Hell, Watchmen, League of Extraordinary Gentlemen from Alan Moore, so this will have been superseded. Won't it?
Well, looking at it afresh, there is some overwriting and pretention (But I LIKE that! I love the literary feel to the text) and the panel links may seem obvious now (but only because they've been stolen so often by lesser writers). But the narrative still packs a punch, the ideas are still fascinating. The art, by the way, is lovely and engaging-this is no one-man band.
I can understand the political and contractual reasons why Alan Moore does not want his name on this work-he has a righteous anger at the way he has been manipulated and treated by the comics companies. But he has no reason to feel any shame about the work-it is still superb, still engaging, and still packs a punch. Still worth reading, still a great piece of work.