I didn’t intend this post to be a total downer, but as I wrote it that’s what came out, so that’s what you get. Feel free to skip this post in favor of reading a really good book. But if you like it when I get grr-y and arrgh-y, read on.
Federal Bureau of Physics, Vol. 4: “The End Times”, by Simon Oliver and Alberto Ponticelli
I just can’t even with this series. It started off pretty well, with the pseudoscience and the cheeky tone and the interesting world building. But then the book got caught on this idea of a Big Bad Guy and some Ulterior Motives and the tone got more serious and the science, pseudo- or not, became a sidenote and the world of the story got too small to matter.
In this last volume… I don’t even know what’s happening here. Most of our heroes are still in the Giant Underground Bunker of Conspiracy-Land, and then Adam is off in space or wherever and something something dark matter and something something everyone’s dead? I think?
Meanwhile, my precocious child friend and her mom are wandering about, looking for safety on an Earth that is literally falling apart because reasons. There are reasons, but those reasons don’t make any sense, and neither does pretty much all of this book. I didn’t mind things not making sense when there were magic physics canyons; when it seems like I’m supposed to be understanding some Deeper Meaning it is the worst. On the one hand, at least the series is over? On the other, I wish it had been so much better.
The Fiction, #1-4, by Curt Pires and David Rubin
I saw this comic on sale at my local comic shop and the cover was pretty and the inside art was pretty and it was called The Fiction and please, how was I not going to pick that up? And then I never actually opened the issue that I bought because I found the whole four-issue series on hoopla and read them all in an afternoon.
Unfortunately, I mostly read them all because “all” was four and I had nothing better to do and I hoped, unrequitedly, that it would get better.
It starts off strong, with a guy finding an old book and then mysteriously disappearing. Then we get a flashback to that guy as a kid (I had pegged them as maybe 10 but I guess they’re actually 15-16?) hanging out with some friends as their parents get up to slightly abnormal parent things. The friends find one of these books, start reading it, and find themselves in a fictional world. And then they return — but one is left behind.
Intriguing, right? So the guy in the present day is lost in the fictional world again and his old friends go after him only to find that the world they remember has gotten rather more bleak in the meantime. And this is where things go off the rails, as the author pulls in a bunch of stuff about, like, a malevolent entity and bad things that may or may not have happened to those parents, and there’s unnecessary romance and the art becomes basically stock B horror movie footage of an evil world and it’s still pretty but it’s so done and ugh. And then the ending. Let’s not even talk about that.
So, yeah. Skip this one, unless you’ve got hoopla, a beer, and literally nothing better to read.