The debut novel of the famous as a writer of some of the best comics of the past 20 years, Alan Moore seems to be at first glance, none at all; farther but you penetrate in the only apparently not interrelated thirteen stories that play exclusively within a radius of a few kilometers to a small English town (time however an arc between Neolithic and present span), the more clearly is the web of allusions and the unity of motives. Putziges Lesefutter for lovers Faulty historical novels does not offer Moore course: fire, violent death, fraud and unfathomable, cruel and cruel ironic world are the cornerstones of the summoned him dreamtime, regardless of whether the "heroes" Roman tax officials on the hunt for counterfeiters, alchemists while trying to decipher the language of the angels, or simply bigamous representatives for lingerie are. Owned accurately researched, deliberately playing with the different levels of language all of its reporting from the first-person perspective protagonist - a disturbing book about the past, as Faulkner it ... never forget once fomulierte "(is) it is not even past.. "
