The Filth by Grant Morrison
The Filth is outrageously strange, metaphorical giant that is doomed to leave no one cold. This multi-layered story is an excellent example of the graphic novel requiring more than one brain cell to reach the full comprehension, and because I only have half of the required brain cells, I sometimes felt as if being in a vacuum without the ability to understand the fine art of statement and criticism.
The Filth is observant intellectualism at its best, a one more reason for me to cry a river whenever hearing graphic novels should not be referred as an important part of literature.
How dare you, Grant Morrison, how dare you.
