The comics you liked as a kid typically seem preposterous a few years later—unless, of course, you liked Alan Moore comics. Jim Henley looks at what emerges on rereading Moore’s justly venerated Watchmen in a fine short essay. Jim also links to a short meditation on the impending wrap-up of the long-running Cerebus series. I have to assume that the thoughts expressed there are only too typical among fans of Iest’s most famous earth-pig: Reading Cerebus since, say, the end of the “Mothers and Daughters” arc has felt a bit like watching a Bolshoi ballerina execute a routine with flawless grace, then close with a pratfall into the orchestra pit. It is hard to exaggerate how disappointing “Going Home,” “Form and Void” and, especially, “Latter Days” have been. If you haven’t read Cerebus yourself, I recommend picking up the first 10 “phonebooks” and then mercifully pretending that the series ends there.