I did not like Watchmen. This is why: I don't like superheroes, messed up or otherwise. And I know why this is as well: I have no imagination. I cannot suspend belief long enough to enjoy special powers or anything like that. I read a lot as a kid. I read exclusively historical fiction. This is the truth. And therefore, I love V for Vendetta.
This summer, I read 1984 for the first time. I had decided that everyone had read it except me and that I was somehow missing out. I figured that, as an English major, it was one of those books that I was supposed to have read somewhere along the line. And so I read it on my lunch breaks while working at JCPenney (where Every Day Matters).
When I read V for Vendetta, I feel like I am reading 1984 again. Crazy leader. Intense slogans. Government organizations watching you. Anarchist and his stumbled-upon female co-anarchist. But this time, we have the elements of Nazism as well, down to the salute. Concentration camps holding Jews, blacks, and homosexuals. Gross scientific experiments.
It's an odd intersection of two ideologies. The leader of this new England claims that he is a fascist. Nazis hated fascists, right?
So much is going on that I can't even begin to make any guesses or come to any conclusions, except for this: England prevails.
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