You know that little voice inside of you? The one that nags you about not being more disturbed by things polite society considers disturbing?
Strangle it before you start reading Preacher.
Funny. Violent. Sexy. And mostly, all three at the same time. Good enough to re-read multiple times. Unfortunately I have a strong bias against cinematic adaptations of books I like, so it took me about 5 seconds of watching the newly minted AMC version, before shutting off the TV.
Alan Moore’s take on Jack the Ripper, based loosely on Stephen Knight’s proposed solution. Meticulously researched in terms of both art and the patois of the times. Rich with detail. Topped off by Mr. Moore’s signature touch that leaves you wondering just a little bit about reality.
Now, before you say, wait-a-minute-wasn’t-there-a-film-starring-Johnny-Depp-that-sucked-sideways, I’d like to point something out – that film bears as little resemblance to this graphic novel, as Tom Cruise bears to the Jack Reacher of the books.