Lately, this is a series I follow and read and reread with a certain obsessiveness not about the details of plot or character or world but of craft and aesthetic. It's a book about style and fame and celebrity, and it is beautiful to look at, beautiful to read, full of twists that thrill and shock on first encounter and make brilliant sense on rereading. I'm not sure that I've read a comic in this way since Sandman, and I feel I should immediately qualify that it's nothing like Sandman, but on reflection we have an invented pantheon of squabbling potentates whose fictional exploits somehow tap into a current zeitgeist, and maybe they're not so far removed after all.