Defying the span of a brief review or facile summation, Alan
Moore's evocation of his hometown sustains the meticulous composition of his
graphic excursions. Lacking the brevity of a speech bubble or the compact
limits of a comic-book format, Jerusalem challenges any reader's
attention. Heady passages unfurl, as many of those taken up into the elevated
realm of Mansoul, towering over the Boroughs (yet less apparent to those below
still living) enter under the influence of Bedlam Jennies or Puck's Hats,
fungal concoctions inviting comparisons to "eating fairies," amid a
paranormal panorama of undines, Salamanders, and an Ultraduct. Those in this
vortex may travel, in one case surpassing H.G. Wells' The Time Machine, to witness beyond "the death of
day." Moore's inventive powers accelerate here, but they might
bewilder, especially in the middle sections of this triple-decker tale which is
a Victorian trope renewed. Rather than faltering, pressing on unveils to one’s
mind many wonders.
Facing this other-world, two intermarried families comprise the
central characters which Mansoul invites or repels. The Warrens arrive first.
Siblings artist Alma and laborer Mick introduce us, via the largely omniscient
narrator's voice, to their scrappy surroundings, after demolition of its
imperial-era landmarks. Jerusalem then ambles back a century and a half,
when Ern worked on London's St. Paul's. Mick, Alma and Ern receive eerie
revelations from angels and Builders. Moore gradually reveals the reason for
these ancient architects, and he populates the story-line with more Warrens and
Vernells, who also have their own close encounters with those who hover about
Mansoul. Named after John Bunyan's {Pilgrim's Progress}, "it was the
very seat of war." Here, clashes summon demons.
Mansoul, made of "congealed dreams and memories," stands
for Moore's version of space-time itself. "Think of your life as being
like a book, a solid thing where the last line's already written while you're
starting the first page. Your consciousness progresses through the narrative
from its beginning to its end, and you become caught up in the illusion of
events unfolding and time going by as these things are experienced by the characters
within the drama." This scene's shifty teller boasts a lineage back to the
apocryphal Book of Tobit. He tells Mick, swept up
on a memorable "Sam O'Day ride" through the dark and the light as
"an astral toddler," how "life and death" work, with
admirable if surprising clarity.
Sam continues: "In reality, however, all the words that shape
the tale are fixed upon the page, the pages bound in their unvarying
order." In the mind of their reader, progress occurs, but this remains an
illusion. Instead, the book of life can be read over and over. So, every day
"and every deed's eternal." Sam urges on his transported charge a
motto Moore shares: "Live them in such a way that you can bear to live
with them eternally." Jerusalem, for Moore, represents more than his
fantastic plot. It stands for a credo, one that in our world refusing
conventional belief may survive past piety or doubt.
For, as an eighth-century monk learns, when he tries to center
Northampton at the exact crossroads of England, hauling a stone from the real
Jerusalem all the way to St. Gregory's Church, mysticism can tempt earthly
calculations and thwart clerical confidences. The uncanny interactions the
Warrens and the Vernells endure closer to the present (having taken ten years
for Moore to write, most of this action stops in 2006) echo. A freed slave from
America, the son of immigrants from post-war Sierra Leone, Ern's demented son,
Buffalo Bill, Oliver Cromwell, the author of "Amazing Grace" and the
members of the band Bauhaus fill the parade of figures who pass through or set
up home as mortals in Northampton. What connects them, surmises Moore, is a
gothic, altered, visionary sense.
Their exchanges upend conventions. Moore favors his own detached telling more than the chronologically faithful linguistic ventriloquism of dialects and vocabularies that kindled Voice of the Fire, but some chapters in this one-volume trilogy adapt their own styles. Notably, a play starring Bunyan, the mad poet of nature John Clare, James Joyce's daughter and psychiatric patient Lucia, her friend Samuel Beckett, St. Thomas Becket, a "half-caste woman" elsewhere appearing as Marla Stiles and a married couple stirring up the Warren-Vernell mix demonstrates Moore's knack. He creates a Beckettian drama even as he satirizes its content, improving on its form as he links it to local history.
And, as with the analogy that other Sam shows, characters repeat
and return throughout this unvarying book's order. It's not all gloom. Humor
surfaces, whether poking fun at Alma's scarecrow appearance, the simply wrong
name of Newlife granted a hideous corporate block, or an everyday night down
the pub. Hapless Ben Parritt "looked round appraisingly at the
establishment's half-dozen other clients, motionless upon their stools like
ugly novelty-set chessmen, sidelined and morose."
Moore varies approaches, when he lets one character late on burst
into rhyme, or earlier when Lucia's monologue descends into a verbal morass of Finnegans Wake, fifty
daunting pages mirroring the opening of Fire, when Moore reduced the
consciousness of a Neolithic boy to 4000 stunted words. Here, Moore opens up
rather than contracts his expressions; that contrast will weary some while
exciting many. A reader may wish to pause, and let this epic find its rhythms
within oneself.
Moore never seems to flag in this telling. One part begins with
Bob Goldman's gumshoe parody before settling into a more Moore-ish pace. But
this may be an inevitable capitulation to the weight of the imaginative
universe built here that threatens to crush any single inhabitant's utterances
or ego.
In this gigantic production, Moore avoids cliché, he regales us
with a local chronicle demanding immersion into its erudition and he plays
fairly with expectations. How this new Jerusalem ends will be discovered by the dogged,
but the conclusion, circling back to the invitation offered Mick by Alma,
satisfies and stuns. Having announced retirement from the graphic arena, in
this printed spectacle, Moore dazzles. (Amazon US 9-13-16)
