If you want to actually see and hear Alan Moore discussing his work and other topics (which is not easy to do), Here's a two hour chat with Moore (who's lurking in some Alan Moore steampunk castle somewhere in foggy, soggy England, hunched close to the camera with a light shining upwards on his face, exactly as you'd expect). The occasion is a fundraiser for a project to raise a statue of late comics author Harvey Pekar (he of the legendary R. Crumb collaborations), the Raymond Carver of comics, in Cleveland (which I think is a great idea). I have to thank Hamza Walker for introducing me to the work of the brilliant Pekar, back in Chicago, years ago (and I also have to thank Lauren Tillinghast for introducing me to Alan Moore's work at about the same time). In the clip, Moore talks about Flatland, quantum theory, "theft" of 19th century literary characters, magic, "live Chinese Elvis" and much more. Two hours of Moore drinking black tea and holding forth...not for the meek.
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I have to declare myself "meek" on this one. Two hours! Better spent watching Mad Men.
Maybe, but it's pretty damn good!
I believe it! He's pretty awesome.
Back in the 80s I wrote three letters to comic books and got them all printed, and signed all of them with my name and "avid fan." So when I went to the bookstore where Alan Moore was signing stuff I asked him to write it "To Octpunk, Avid Fan" and he raised an eyebrow and said "Average fan?" And then I corrected him and he and his hipster cronies had a good chuckle.
If he mentions that in the video chat, I'll totally watch it.
He doesn't mention you, per se, but he ends with very gracious and kind words about all his fans and everyone who's asked him questions. He explains that he doesn't like the internet (of course) but he's pleased and surprised by the depth and warmth of the discussion he's participating in.
What the hell happened to Alan Moore? He looks like a deranged Moses.
Octo got me an Alan Moore autograph as well!
He always looked like that! I remember seeing his picture on the jacket of Watchmen in the 80s and thinking, "Who's this deranged Moses?" (or something like that). Except now he's in his sixties.
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