This one is a mixed bag for me. I liked it, don't get me wrong but in general there are elements that are so common for artistic-oriented graphic novels that just .... annoy me personally.

So, to start with what I liked.

Main character, journalist Robert Black, starts investigation (because his newspaper needs fresh stories) into mysterious book "Sous le Monde" that drives everyone who reads it into madness and suicide.

While researching the subject Black (who is very strange character himself willing to accept all the weird things as "oh, right, it must be breakfast this morning that causes these sights of headless corpses") comes into contact with rather mysterious doctor who tells him of an even more mysterious book that might hold secret to eternal life.

Considering it ridiculous that such a book could ever exist, Black gets introduced into the world of strange small esoteric cults based on the very similar lore that migrated to America from Europe. This intrigues Black so much he decides to devote his talent and time to finding more about this awkward groups and write stories about them.

And so it starts. He finds himself traveling to many sites in pursuit of the book. Events that transpire would scare anyone but our good mister Black. To be honest, just witnessing some of the things would make me jump 8 feet high with high pitched shriek but our mister Black is very good at handling it - he just says to himself that people here are completely different and others are looking at them from high and that is the cause of all of the misunderstandings. I mean what the ... He enters the bus where he is basically only one looking remotely human and speaking in normal voice.... Just weird.

Scare here is always at subliminal level - what we as readers see might not be what Black sees from his perspective (which I guess would explain some of his behavior) - in the background you see some conversations in very small letters and weird things going on (shapes, visions, things people are moving from one point to other, their comments, ominous titles and behavior). It all builds the atmosphere very well and stage for act 2 gets set beautifully by the end.

Art is beautiful, very to the point and very cinematic.

In between issues there are excerpts from Black's journal where we can see both Black's view of things. Sometimes it matches what reader saw on panels, sometimes not. Very often journal pages contain a lot of Black's denial of what he did see bulked with Black scolding himself how he can so misinterpret things around him. Sometimes journal part is a little bit of radical-slow to the story pace but it has its value.

It feels like Black is walking through a dream - bloody scary dream though - and just like in a dream whatever he sees he takes as normal and does not get agitated much with rather scary element of the environment.

Now what I did not like.

Whenever I take artistic graphic novels like this I hope they wont do the things artistic graphic novels usually do. For some reason in artistic view ultimate fear is always shown as seeing people nude and horrific scenes including forced or kinky sex. Here same thing happens - everything comes down to some weird sex thing between humans and it (horror from beyond). I mean, imagine that you are millennia old creature wandering the starts and ruining civilizations and you come to Earth and your only idea is to make them crazy (so they worship you and eventually kill themselves out) and then have sex with them in every perverse way. I mean, come on. Lovecraft's stories were about what goes inside people's heads, question what is real and what is not and shere pressure of something unspeakable and explainable driving people mad - it was never about hedonistic space creatures going down on human populations like set of sex toys.

This could be limitations of the medium ... maybe. Written word relies on you to imagine situations while graphic novels need to show you the scene. But again why do the graphic novel authors decide to go this way when portraying horrendous things is beyond me. Just take Metabaron series - it is all about incest, in-breeding, cutting ones genitals and doing pervert things with it - in one of the stories Metabaron even controls his spacecraft with appendage coming from his loins after losing his genitals to treachery. I will never understand why authors of these types of novels decide to move in this way.

All in all Providence act #1 is slow, suspense building story.
Recommended to fans of horror and Lovecraft lore. ( )

Sinceramente avevo aspettative altissime su questo titolo ma sono rimasto davvero deluso. Non è una trasposizione fumetti dei racconti di Lovecraft ma una serie di storie ispirate ai racconti del solitario di Providence che vengono accennate a disegni per poi essere concluse in forma scritta attraverso una raccolta di lettere in forma testuale. Infine, sicuramente per limite mio, non ho per niente apprezzato il disegno e lo stile. ( )

This was, like Neonomicon before it, just okay.

Once again, Moore is phenomenal at stitching together various Lovecraft stories, then weaving them into the characters he presents, or into the history, or sometimes even just walk-on cameos. So, it's fun to pick out all the easter eggs, even if some of them, once again, are just tossed in for the sake of one more easter egg.

But we're also still treated to awkward info-dump conversations. Strangers meet and become best friends in moments, and bend over backward to help each other. Maybe it was a much more polite generation that constantly opened their homes to complete strangers and then trusted them to be in the home by themselves. Maybe.

And there is a remarkably constant undercurrent of sex running throughout the story that often feels thrown in just so Moore can put a checkmark beside things like, straight sex? Check. Homosexuals? Check. Tits? Check. Dicks? Check.

Seems a little gratuitous at this point.

But what of the story? Well, the premise is solid: a young, ambitious, idealistic man—possibly gay, possibly bisexual—sets out to discover the alternative America and write about it.

But after some of his experiences, I don't understand how there can be an additional eight issues of this. Why doesn't he simply run screaming back to New York, thumb tucked firmly in mouth (okay, okay, I know. It's hard to scream with your thumb in your gob, but you catch my meaning).

So, it's an interesting, if hyper-sexualized reimagining of Lovecraft's mythos, but for now, I remain a touch underwhelmed. ( )

They's a hindrance, thuh both of 'um. On'y reason they's heeyuh is cuz it's haow the story's gotta be. In the 'deemer story, s'gotta be thuh crazy granpappy, un' thuh whaht-faced wummum, un' thuh bad-lookin' bwoy. Thet's whah ah ain't wamin' tuh yu. Yur aht uv a diff'run' story awlduhgethuh.

In the end, I have to agree with Willard Wheatley . That is, Wilbur Whateley from [b:The Dunwich Horror|20877339|The Dunwich Horror|H.P. Lovecraft|https://s.gr-assets.com/assets/nophoto/book/50x75-a91bf249278a81aabab721ef782c4a74.png|49451783]. I can't decide if the slight tweaking of names and places from Lovecraft's arsenal throughout this book is pleasantly persuasive or really, really annoying. I'm leaning toward the latter. Robert Black goes traipsing through the conglomerate world of Lovecraft's stories, pursuing a story that is arguably interesting in its own right, making observations of Lovecraft's world that would arguably be interesting in their own right, but Mr. Black unfortunately opens his mouth diary commonplace book, and it spoils the interesting parts entirely. (I was going to subject you to excerpts of the excerpts of pamphlets that Black also crams into his diary which spoil the interesting parts even more, but I've decided I don't have the energy.) That said, there's enough promise here that I'm going to try the next collection in the series and see if it gets any better. ( )

Alan Moore heeft mij nog nooit teleurgesteld. Het is bijna angstaanjagend wanneer ik een nieuw boek van hem oppak want wie weet is dit het boek dat mijn opperste bewondering voor deze auteur aan gruzelementen gaat helpen. Maar nee. Ook bij deze graphic novel is dat weer niet gebeurd.

Providence speelt zich af in het begin van de twintigste eeuw in wat op Amerika lijkt te zijn. Alle omgang tussen de hoofdpersoon en anderen voelt ongemakkelijk. Het is dan ook gebaseerd op de ideeën van HP Lovecraft. Samen met de kriebel die voortdurend onder je huid kruipt bij het lezen van Alan Moore zijn werk, kan het niet anders dan dat het boek mij achterlaat met een onaangenaam gevoel. Je kunt je dan afvragen waarom ik mijzelf dit aandoe. Het is het verhaal dat zo intrigeert dat ik dit onaangename gevoel voor lief neemt.

De tekeningen van Jacen Burrows zijn aan de ene kant klassiek wat beeldverhalen betreft. Het zijn de uitgesproken gezichten die het bijzonder maken. Deze fascineren en maakte dat ik bijna niet heel goed durfde te kijken naar de soms wel erge mismaaktheid.

De tekeningen worden afgewisseld met handgeschreven dagboekfragmenten van de hoofdpersoon en fragmenten uit boeken waarnaar gerefereerd wordt. Het maakt het verhaal nog meer levensecht.

Het pijnlijke is nu alleen dat dit deel een van drie delen is en ik deel drie wel op de kop heb weten te tikken maar dat deel twee nergens meer te krijgen lijkt te zijn. Ik blijf nog doorzoeken maar ik had niet gedacht dat ze zoiets moois als dit wat nog maar twee jaar oud is nu al niet meer uitbrengen. Superirritant. ( )