Well, I just put this book down and I’m a little confused about where all the hostility is coming from. At its worst, this book is pure comedic farce–just having fun with hyperbole and absurdity.

It is not "hostility" to think a comic book was not good.

And sure, it was pure comedic farce - just not particularly GOOD comedic farce, and comics should be good.

At its best, this is a never before explored subject (other than the originals, such as the mythology that inspired the book itself)--a strikingly original concept--with strikingly original artwork to boot.

While said artwork is not blatent panel by panel, hold your hand through the story artwork, it is nothing I've seen before, and strikes me as a stylistically beautiful interpretation of the concept presented. The fluidity and rather dreamlike state of Glasheen's work suits the premise almost literally--it's very hard to imagine any other style capturing the essence of this book in such a light (the right light).

Pinchuk's writing seems ready to mock anyone who is ready to take this book either too seriously or too facetious. Sure, the characters are not the most original personalities you will ever meet, but then again, do you ever meet original personalities? Rarely. EVERY character will remind you of someone you know, and, well, just like these little bastards, we all regret meeting most of them, but in all the right ways.

While Pinchuk and Glasheen certainly miss perfection, perfection would sell their creation short. Perhaps this comic could have been executed more professionallly in different hands, but I'm hesitant to believe that professionally is what this title needed.

I am a believer in this modern... illegitimate..take on some old muse's yarn.