Page 45 Review by Stephen
Shell be fine as soon as she stops feeling sorry for herself.
I love Simon Gane.
Since ALL FLEE Ive been smitten, his landscape sketchbooks are amongst the most thrilling Ive seen and his contribution to ABOVE THE DREAMLESS DEAD: WORLD WAR I IN POETRY AND COMICS was for me its star turn: all those ivy-strewn statues setting the tone in stone and reinforcing the poems haunting sentiments.
From the very first page he does not disappoint, the leaves on the trees as special and semi-detached as ever, enhanced by colour artist Jordie Bellaire's paler echoes behind and beyond.
His clothes have all the requisite wrinkles depending on where theyre stretched by the flesh beneath the sort of detail Art Adams excelled at while his faces are angular yet soft and where Simon excels is at eye contact.
So much of this is about eye contact: about trust and distrust, truth and lies. Which will be which, I wonder?
Atop the Saint Francis Memorial Hospital, San Francisco, a young woman balances perilously close to the rooftops edge, her arms outstretched, tears streaming down her eyes.
I live to fall asleep.
Its the only way I can get some relief from it all.
Its the only way to escape from the complete lack of silence, the complete lack of peace. All I have to do is close my eyes and Ill be at rest forever.
Now, I was curious as to exactly why the worrying was set against an old woman, face buried in her hands; why the planning showed a handsome young man, smiling as he stood at a tram stop; and the lying seemed to refer to a middle-aged businessman dressing after sex with a woman who clearly wasnt the one about to jump off lifes cliff.
Youll have to wait a few pages while a dapper young man in a suit and tie who clearly loves himself dearly tries to talk this nameless woman down and fails. The young woman who will remain nameless throughout has been dragged in and out of that hospital by her parents for years. Shes been plagued by voices, so many voices; a cacophony that has driven her to distraction while building a barrier between her and her parents who have never believed her.
But shes been telling the truth: shes a telepath, and its only now that The Voice has found her that shes found a sympathetic soul able to explain her condition and ease her mind. Finally there is silence and sanctuary in a gabled, gated mansion thick with Simon Gane foliage. Id like all my foliage to be Simon Gane foliage. I wonder if hed come and draw my garden for me? Its in a bit of a state.
Its at this point, however, that I ran into difficulties as did our J-Lo and Jodie, but I love Simon Gane and I trust Eric Stephenson so I will be back to watch, wait and see. I think the big reveal is almost a distraction from a very important sentence which combined with an extreme sense of entitlement expressed by The Voice bodes ill for them all. Im wondering about those paintings too. Anyway, the big reveal comes in the form of ten other occupants who are not all straightforward telepaths but an empath, a clairvoyant, an illusionist, a pyrokinetic, a
Are you getting whiffs of Charles Xaviers School For The Self-Sequestrated?
But I dont think there will be any big battles except between egos and control-freaks within. I dont think everyones showing their true colours. I think theres some deliberate misdirection going on. As to the rules, youll like the rules, though Im not at all sure our new girl will. It may depend on just how estranged she really is.