Tuesday, June 19, 2012

Alan Moore thinks Harry Potter is the antichrist, just misunderstood

It's no secret that Alan Moore is as touched as he is talented. Notoriously hard to please and seemingly dead set against any attempt to make his stories more popular, he has become something of this generation's J.D. Salinger.

Full of spit, vinegar, and tortured narratives the likes of which lesser authors can only dream of, Moore is accustomed to being misunderstood by his contemporaries. Likely, this will only get worse since he's now declared Harry Potter to be antichrist...

Finding this picture took way less time than it probably should have (source)

...or, at least he's planning to in the last installment of The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen's Century story arc. Much like Stephen King's Dark Tower series, Moore is no stranger to breaking the fourth wall between fiction and reality, and usually does so with as many pop culture references as possible.

Earlier this decade (in Century 1969), the members of the league tangled against "Jimmy Bond" a sociopathic, martini-swigging womanizer of a secret agent working for MI6. More recently, the League happened across Tom Riddle (whose last name is 'a conundrum') who sexually assaulted a passed out Mina Harker before becoming possessed by Oliver Haddo, a psuedonym of Aleistar Crowley's, and heading off to Hogwarts.

With Tom Riddle/Crowley/Voldemort/Haddo established as a dark wizard in the previous installment (Century 1969), the introduction of Harry Potter in the concluding Century 2009 seems like a logical progression. After all, what better villain is there to sling spells against than a fallen Harry Potter?

Yet comic book reviewer Laura Sneddon claims that Harry-as-the-antiras the antichrist is handled subtly, albeit unmistakably:

"At no point does Moore use the words 'Harry' or 'Potter', but a magical train hidden between platforms at King's Cross station, leading to a magical school where there are flashbacks of psychotic adolescent rage and whimpering children pleading for their life, all strewn with molten corpses, does rather suggest a link to the Boy Who Lived. A hidden scar and a mentor named Riddle, though possessed as he is by the real villain, completes the picture."

Sneddon goes on to clarify that the League does not meet Harry the Antichrist standing on a pile of skulls spewing sulfur and blasphemy from every orifice. Rather, he is raving mad and doped up on antipsychotics, raging against the beautiful future that could have been and the educational system that failed him.

All of this critique is understandable when one stops to remember the godawful 2003 film adaptation of League of Extraordinary Gentlemen. If there's any one author who deserves to use the modern film industry and pop literature's golden boy as the antichrist, it's Alan motherfucking Moore.