Der grumpy old Man der Comics hört mit Comics auf, das hat er auf einer Pressekonferenz zu seinem neuen Mammutbuch Jerusalem bekanntgegeben. Zugegeben: Neonomicon hatte ich noch gelesen, fands aber auch eher so nett, für seine letzten Comics (Fashion Beast und Providence) hatte es dann nicht mehr gereicht, ich bin auch zugegeben die Schnauze etwas voll habe von Lovecraft und Okkult-Kram. Jedenfalls:
At a press conference in London for his latest work, Jerusalem, a weighty novel named after William Blake’s poem exploring the history of Moore’s native Northampton through several lives, Moore said he had “about 250 pages of comics left in me”.
He added: “And those will probably be very enjoyable. There are a couple of issues of an Avatar [Press] book that I am doing at the moment, part of the HP Lovecraft work I’ve been working on recently. Me and Kevin will be finishing Cinema Purgatorio and we’ve got about one more book, a final book of League of Extraordinary Gentlemen to complete. After that, although I may do the odd little comics piece at some point in the future, I am pretty much done with comics.”
The decision came, Moore explained, when he realised he felt too comfortable in the medium. “I think I have done enough for comics. I’ve done all that I can. I think if I were to continue to work in comics, inevitably the ideas would suffer, inevitably you’d start to see me retread old ground and I think both you and I probably deserve something better than that,” he said.
Er hat übrigens auch ein paar Worte über den kulturellen Loop am Start, über den ich mich ständig beschwere und in dem nichts mehr neues entsteht:
The superhero movies – characters that were invented by Jack Kirby in the 1960s or earlier – I have great love for those characters as they were to me when I was a 13-year-old boy. They were brilliantly designed and created characters. But they were for 50 years ago. I think this century needs, deserves, its own culture. It deserves artists that are actually going to attempt to say things that are relevant to the times we are actually living in. That’s a longwinded way of me saying I am really, really sick of Batman.