What a long, strange trip it’s been.
Jerusalem by Alan Moore is one of the longest novels in the English language. It is also one of the strangest and hardest to describe, so full is it of philosophy, humour, memory, the nature of the universe, even time itself. Indeed, Life, The Universe and Everything. And all this set within the confines of a few square miles of Northampton’s poorest neighbourhood, The Boroughs, where Moore’s family lived and breathed for generations.
So, where to start? The novel is divided into three parts with a prologue and an epilogue, both of which feature the brother and sister Alma and Michael Warren. Alma is clearly a gender swapped rendition of Moore himself, as an artist rather than writer, but still the imposing Gothic figure we know and love. The first part, “The Boroughs”, leaps about all over the place, backwards and forwards in time and it reads more like a series of short stories with, at first, no obvious link. You really have to stick with it before the narrative threads begin to reveal themselves and it becomes apparent that this is not just the history of the Warren family (an » Continue Reading.