Well I always suspected that I'd enjoy Day of Choas more when I re-read it 'in one' but I didn't think it'd pick up quite as much as it did. It was bloody superb. Not Tour of Duty superb, but a lot closer than I expected. Its one case, like Columbo I guess, were knowing how things turn out really does add to the story. Its about the journey, not the destination.
Early on a singing automaton pops out of a coffin, starts singing an amusing tune and is symbolically blown away. Unknown to me John Wagner was telling us that times were changing, this time he was serious and the fun times were over. Dredd's world was changing and he wasn't playing it for laughs. I didn't pick up on this and all the way through I was pondering how this one was going to be turned around. How the different strands would come together to see Mega City One take another battering to be saved again by Dredd. Or as I speculated by that wonderful red herring PJ Maybe who I had my money on. No though Wagner had made it clear that this time was different. I'd just did not see it.
So read again, knowing the ending, I wasn't simply frustrated at another East Meg escapade, I wasn't annoyed that PJ was once again out and up to mischief so soon. I understood the role of each, I understood that this time the villains were destined to win and the mastery of Day of Choas was the crushing revelation of how this was to happen.
At times I almost wanted to scream at the Judges blundering to their greatest defeat, at times I found myself feeling false hope for the City, thinking, arh but if only, only to be reminded that there was no if onlys this time. I read with full realisation that unlike so many other comics that claim this, this time things would change forever, the effects of this one would change the world. Damn it was painful to read at times, quite exquisitely painful. And that is why its not quite as good as Tour of Duty. See it was crafted quite brilliantly, the trouble is what was crafted was the destruction if something I loved and however well that was done it was at times just too painful to watch, impotent to prevent the terrible things I was transfixed by.
Quite brilliant, but quite horrible.
Early on a singing automaton pops out of a coffin, starts singing an amusing tune and is symbolically blown away. Unknown to me John Wagner was telling us that times were changing, this time he was serious and the fun times were over. Dredd's world was changing and he wasn't playing it for laughs. I didn't pick up on this and all the way through I was pondering how this one was going to be turned around. How the different strands would come together to see Mega City One take another battering to be saved again by Dredd. Or as I speculated by that wonderful red herring PJ Maybe who I had my money on. No though Wagner had made it clear that this time was different. I'd just did not see it.
So read again, knowing the ending, I wasn't simply frustrated at another East Meg escapade, I wasn't annoyed that PJ was once again out and up to mischief so soon. I understood the role of each, I understood that this time the villains were destined to win and the mastery of Day of Choas was the crushing revelation of how this was to happen.
At times I almost wanted to scream at the Judges blundering to their greatest defeat, at times I found myself feeling false hope for the City, thinking, arh but if only, only to be reminded that there was no if onlys this time. I read with full realisation that unlike so many other comics that claim this, this time things would change forever, the effects of this one would change the world. Damn it was painful to read at times, quite exquisitely painful. And that is why its not quite as good as Tour of Duty. See it was crafted quite brilliantly, the trouble is what was crafted was the destruction if something I loved and however well that was done it was at times just too painful to watch, impotent to prevent the terrible things I was transfixed by.
Quite brilliant, but quite horrible.