Before anything else, V for Vendetta was a comic. Or a graphic novel, if you insist. Just forget about the movie. Unless you’re, like, really into Natalie Portman.
V for Vendetta is a lot of things. It’s an tale of the loss of freedom and identity in a bleak, post-nuclear-apocalyptic, fascist-police-state, dystopian nightmare. It is political and violent and a total downer. It is big in themes and scope and depth. It lets there be no mistake that comics aren’t necessarily for kids.
It’s not very pretty—at least, to me it isn’t—but it has some very quotable moments:
It’s confusing me. And because all that, I can see why it has reached this cult-status, that made me put it on my list of 40 books to read before my 40th birthday.
- Book read
- Alan Moore & David Lloyd — V for Vendetta
- First line
- Good evening London, it’s nine o’clock and this is The Voice of Fate broadcasting on 275 and 285 in the medium wave… it is the fifth of the eleventh, nineteen-ninety-seven.