Okay, so here’s me on a Sunday afternoon, having NOT taken my nap , goddam CRYING because some moon-begotten, pie-filled TROLL took it into her energy-drink-addled head to mail me all three volumes of Saga. Now excuse me while I pull on some underwear, scrub the coffee grounds off my teeth, and boot up my rantin’ laptop because I couldn’t take a nap today because Saga was so good.
So, Saga (
Yes, there are some problems. You’re not going to do much running around mere minutes after giving birth, and there is no way you’d have milk for the baby in such a stressful situation as being caught in a firefight between goat-horned space-warlocks, robots, and GM angels (and a monkey was in there somewhere? The monkey confused me). But whatever. There’s a good story here, composed of a delightful balance of romance, humor, and violence. There are good characters. There’s some internal logic (if you squint). There’s even a goddam moral. What more could you ask for?
You could ask for less soul-searing imagery and laser-guided mastery of pacing and tension, is what! I stayed up all afternoon grinding through this story, and any second now my 2-year-old is going to wake up and tell me she’s a tyrannosaur. And DADDY NEEDED HIS NAP.