Transmetropolitan: Back on the Street stars Spider Jerusalem, a paranoid, drug-fueled, gonzo journalist now living as a recluse sometime in the near-future. One day, he gets a phone call from his publisher – something about a contract he owes two books on – and realizes he has to pack up his car and head back down the mountain to The City.
In the future (as now), you can’t live in The City without money, so Spider needs to scare up a job in order to get an apartment and news-feeds so he can write. He manages to convince an old colleague to hire him to write for his newspaper and starts investigating his first story, The City’s growing transient problem (which is brilliantly not what you think – or is it?).
Transmetropolitan is a fantastic Warren Ellis story – brash, vulgar, anarchic, head-shaking stuff – and Darick Robertson does a great job on the art. I have come to this party regretfully late (I only picked it up this year) but I am definitely going back to that well for a longer drink.
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