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After an epic twenty-year journey through the entirety of human culture-the biggest cross-continuity "universe" that is conceivable-Alan Moore and Kevin O'Neill conclude both their legendary League Of Extraordinary Gentlemen and their equally legendary comic book careers with the series' spectacular fourth and final volume, The Tempest. Tying up the slenderest of plot threads and allusions from the three preceding volumes, The Black Dossier, and the Nemo trilogy into a dazzling and ingenious bow, the world's most accomplished and bad-tempered artist-writer team use their most stylistically adventurous outing yet to display the glories of the medium they are leaving; to demonstrate the excitement that attracted them to the field in the first place; and to analyze, critically and entertainingly, the reasons for their departure. Opening simultaneously in the panic-stricken headquarters of British Military Intelligence, the fabled Ayesha's lost African city of Kor, and the domed citadel of "We" on the devastated Earth of the year 2996, the dense and yet furiously paced narrative hurtles like an express locomotive across the fictional globe from Lincoln Island to modern America to the Blazing World; from the Jacobean antiquity of Prospero's Men to the superhero-inundated pastures of the present to the unimaginable reaches of a shimmering science-fiction future. With a cast list that includes many of the most iconic figures from literature and pop culture, and a tempo that conveys the terrible momentum of inevitable events, this is literally and literarily the story to end all stories. Originally published as a six-issue run of unfashionable, outmoded and flimsy children's comics that would make you appear emotionally backward if you read them on the bus, this climactic magnum opus also reprints classic English super-team publication The Seven Stars from the murky black-and-white reachers of 1964. A magnificent celebration of everything comics were, are, and could be, any appreciator or student of the medium would be unwise to miss The League Of Extraordinary Gentlemen, Volume Iv: The Tempest.… (more)
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Where it goes wrong is in wanting to be parody as well as homage. If that had been the intent from the get-go, sure, but the first two volumes never once felt like they were making _fun_ of its characters, tropes and stories. Here, the storytelling style is frequently and explicitly switched to mimick the genres and formats of bygone eras. This worked fine for the in-universe files of the Black Dossier, but completely undermines the investment in the story and characters when done on the actual comic frame story here. And while the many comic glimpses at scenes previously only rendered in prose (Les Hommes Mystérieux, Sherlock Holmes' retirement, Mina's superhero career as Vull, the Amazons on the Moon, etc.) are very welcome, the decision to spend several pages at the end of each chapter on dated superhero parodies has me flummoxed. Its relevance to the main narrative could have been over and done with in a fifth the page count, and the joke of the parody wears thin already after the first installment.
So what started as a gripping shared universe in volumes 1 and 2 was with "Century" turned into a meta-narrative about fiction and reality, which slowly but surely warped the story into a parody rather than an homage. That's just not what I (nor, I suspect, many other) readers wanted from this. But, it being what we got, it's not too shabby. The central twist, rendering the deus ex machina of "Century" and miraculous shadowy benefactor of the various prose stories suddenly cast in an entirely new light, is very effective and rather rewarding. The characters are wrapped up neatly (this of course lampshaded by the creators' own in-narrative cameos towards the end, when the fourth wall has virtually ceased to be), and the in hindsight inevitable total destruction of familiar reality in favour of the limitless variations of fiction is as close to a full stop as a concept like this could be expected to reach. And -- tiring superhero parody pages aside -- I was fairly entertained getting there.