Review: Transmetropolitan Vol. 2: Lust for Life

Transmetropolitan Vol. 2: Lust for LifeTransmetropolitan Vol. 2: Lust for Life by Warren Ellis
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

Well, as I’ve said in my review of Transmetropolitan vol. 1: Back on the Street, here we have the adventures of a guy Hunter S. Thompson and Doonesbury’s Uncle Duke would find kinda scary. In this instalment, in pursuit of fresh material for his column ‘I hate it here’ he initiates his post-stripper assistant into the world of post-bodily humans the fun way: by taking her to watch the guy she’s in love with rid himself of his body forever. And then have sex with another unbodied person. Tactful? Then we get a look at what life is like for those who froze themselves to be reborn in the future and discover that Futurama was altogether sanguine about their fate. Next, in the only weak link, comes a piece in which our hero investigates ‘reservations’, where people get to live primitive. But it has one good joke, so that’s okay.

Then we get onto the meat of this episode: an extended story in which everyone seems to be out to get our hero, and he ends up locked in a portaloo, while crazed cultists wielding welding torches try to get him out. Throw in an evil, scheming cryogenically frozen head, a marginally sane police dog and a very strange paternity suit, plus a wilfully fractured story-telling technique, and you get a wonderful wild ride through mania and lunacy with twists galore.

So, basically, this is extremely funny. I do hope that the ex-stripper decides that she wasn’t born to be a nun.

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