The Waste Land

This is the L.A. Detective Film Noir version of the T.S. Elliot poem of the same name. The problem there is that it queers up the whole thing making it incredibly confusing as he attests to at the end in his notes. BUT- for what it is, he exhibits the noir film in genre perfection! The cast of characters is fun because it's more than half composed of those who had to do with Elliot or those movies. His art is stunning, evocative and delirious! HE IS AN INCREDIBLE ARTIST IN THE SEQUENTIAL MEDIUM yet he has done little within. His art is drastically powerful and he employs it almost always towards one panel caricatures?!? Another thing that makes me angry at Rowson is that he is an overbearing show-off. When it comes to literature he has apparently read EVERYTHING and insists you know it. THAT"S ABSOLUTELY FINE (and even makes me jealous) IF done appropriately but he high-brows low-brow sleazy content which dominates his entire oeuvre. Another example is his four books spanning the entirety of literature put in the most buttlipped of Limericks. He leaves references so densely in his work that one can't understand what they are reading because they haven't read this-that and the-other-thing! To top it off he supposes that readers have any the knowledge or interest in translating the six languages which compromise a huge chunk of his notes. But his description in the back of the book drawn by himself is very brief but makes sure to mention that he dropped out of University so WE GET IT sMARTIN highbROWSON you still achieved without college and did it well enough to be slyly smug about it. -StrictlySequential (goodreads)