February 28, 2007
Over the past few days I have been rereading The Invisibles by Grant Morrison.
I think it is fair to say that it is my favourite comic ever, and something I may actually need to own.
For those unfamiliar with it, The Invisibles bears as much resemblance to a standard comic book as a shark does to a goldfish. They may exist in the same medium, but one is capable of eating your living brain while the other is tame and mindless.
Last time I think I read each volume separately, spread out over time. Having the whole thing to read at once makes a huge difference. Continuity and reality gets hacked up pretty badly, but it really is all one thing and does seem to hang together.
Morrison’s intent is to replicate, for readers in comic book form, the effect his alien abduction/travel out of space and time/encounter with higher intelligence/mystical experience had on him. He wants your mind to bleed, to stretch and twist it to encompass wonderful new things. Reading The Invisibles is bit like LSD. You come out of a few hours of reading with heightened perceptions, a sense of wonder and joy, and an awareness that there is more going on than you know.
So much wild, awesome and crazy shit happens I’m not even going to attempt to summarise it. Other than to say it’s the coolest, funnest, most mindblowing comic ever, and well worth tracking down.