East of West, Vol. 3: There Is No Us by Jonathan Hickman
My rating: 3 of 5 stars
There’s this Kurt Vonnegut rule of storytelling: Start as close to the end as possible.
Clearly, East of West isn’t following that rule. It felt like it at first. That we were on the brink of the apocalypse. But after this volume, I’m kind of ready for shit to get started, really, for real.
And I’m one volume away from being totally screwed again. 6 issues behind, maybe a new book within the next couple months. But I don’t know if this stuff will all hold together in my mind, and if it doesn’t, I doubt that I’ll get beyond volume 5.