Jerusalem

Jerusalem

Ten years in the making, comes a literary work Like no other, from the legendary author of Watchmen, V for Vendetta, and From Hell. In the half a square mile of decay and demolition that was Englands Saxon capital, eternity is loitering between the firetrap housing projects. Embedded in the grubby amber of the districts narrative among its saints, kings, prostitutes, and derelicts a different kind of human time is happening, a soiled simultaneity that does not differentiate between the petrolcolored puddles and the fractured dreams of those who navigate them. Fiends last mentioned in the second-century Book of Tobit wait in urine-scented stairwells, the delinquent specters of unlucky children undermine a century with tunnels, and in upstairs parlors laborers with golden blood reduce fate to a snooker tournament.An opulent mythology for those without a pot to piss in, through the labyrinthine streets and pages of Jerusalem tread ghosts that sing of wealth and poverty; of Africa, and hymns, and our threadbare millennium. They discuss English as a visionary language from John Bunyan to James Joyce, hold forth on the illusion of mortality post-Einstein, and insist upon the meanest slum as Blakes eternal holy city.Fierce in its imagining and stupefying in its scope, Alan Moores epic novel, Jerusalem, is the tale of Everything, told from a vanished gutter. 1 map; 3 illustrations