The Invisibles: Apocalipstick

This second volume of The Invisibles does create some sympathy for its protagonists that I found lacking in the first. In particular, much of it is constructed around the origin myth of Lord Fanny, and the new character Jim Crow (an Invisibles avatar of Papa Guedhe) is quite engaging. While reading, it struck me that Grant Morrison's comic was not quite so innovative as it has been made out to be. Steve Englehart's Coyote actually covered a lot of this ground at the end of the Cold War, before the seeming monopolarity of the millenium threw popular esotercism into the insurgent mode (later called jihad by Hakim Bey). Still, I have to hand it to Morrison for his ability to introject dead baby jokes and the occasional shocking profundity, such as the placenta as ur-Christ (46)! As a symptom of its occult charge, The Invisibles: Apocalypstick manifested several synchronicities with my life experience in the context of reading it.

Pretty depressing. There's an entire issue focusing on how shitty an extra's life is, culminating with (spoiler, obviously) him DYING. Ditto Lord Fanny's back-/future-story (without the dying). And the monster-butler tale--oh man that was a downer. I'm not going to say these plot lines didn't have any meaning beyond just being terribly depressing, but they were definitely exhausting. ( )

second in the series of Grant Morrison's "The Invisibles" haunting graphic novel about magic, drugs, mysticism, voilence, sex, and anarchy. wicked smart and brutally cool. ( )

The degree by which the wonderment and invention in this book increases, flourishes and spills over relative to the first one is exactly equal to the degree to which enjoyment decreases due to familiarity with the world and MO and resultant lessened novelty. What I'm saying is that Grant Morrison is a proven master of dodecadimensional drug math. Also, I'd expected Lord Fanny to be my least favourite, and instead she is my favourite! Drug math strikes again! ( )