Well, I meant to attack this sooner as its now nearing midnight on the weekly Thursday blog post deadline. But something about this story seems to go well with a mad rush to finish and a headache beating at the temples like the knocking of an invasive eldritch horror. So off we go, though not until after I take some aspirin to keep the scratching thoughts of a great old one at bay.
I got this graphic novel as a gift and had no idea what to expect upon opening it. For one, the title intrigued me immediately. I’ve read the majority of the Sherlock stories and A Study in Pink is still one of my favorites. For two, the cover art is pretty fantastic. The depiction of a man clad in industrial London garb colored in a noir black and white aside from the emerald blood triggered all sorts of questions. For three, I’m a big fan of anything Neil Gaiman does, and I’ve particularly enjoyed my recent reads of his Sandman graphic novel series.
For those completely unfamiliar with the graphic novel, it’s a twist on the Sherlock story A Study in Pink that takes the detective and places him in a world of Lovecraftian horror. Honestly, I think the best way to read this story is knowing nothing more than that. The art is emotive and replete with tentacled depictions of the old ones. The coloring highlights the similar yet somehow otherworldly nature of the setting. In short, the story left me only wanting more.
Now it’s time to be off to bed, and to find a sleep bereft of nightmarish visions.
M. Weald 