O al revés, que me dijeran cómo llego a este párrafo de cierre el autor del review de WATCHMEN “Fighting evil, quoting Nietzsche, did the comic book really need to grow up?:
Whether you take this self-reflexivity as evidence of a newfound sophistication
on behalf of the comic book, or as self-hatred tricked out as superiority—that
old adolescent standby—is up to you. Watchmen was unquestionably a landmark
work, a masterpiece, even. Before Moore came along, comic books were not
generally in the habit of quoting Nietzsche, or scrambling their time schemes,
or berating their heroes for their crypto-fascist politics, or their readers for
reading them. It was Moore’s slightly self-negating triumph to have allowed it
to do so. But did the comic book have to “grow up”? The last time I looked, the
only ones reading Ulysses and quoting Nietzsche were teenagers. No adult has
time for aesthetic “difficulty” or “self-consciousness.” Life is too short.
Frankly, we’d much rather be watching The Incredibles.
Eso de que la vida es muy corta me parece una verdad irrefutable: la vida es demasiado corta para irse a la tumba sin haber–al menos intentado– leer el Ulysses. Demasiado corta para no reflexionar sobre ella; increíblemente corta como para llegar a viejo sin haber disfrutado de una pieza estéticamente “difícil”.