With all the mandatory caveats now about discussing Ellis: The two common responses are “this is so mean” or “this is so grim it loops back around to funny”, but for me it’s a very sad book. This isn’t a ‘realistic’ world, there are still super-people and aliens and cosmic gods, and it’s all gone totally to hell and everyone understands that this isn’t how it’s supposed to work. When Phil Sheldon dreams of Marvel as we know it it’s the one bright spot in the story: “And I dream of men on fire in the upper reaches of the air, and women in flight, dancing in stilettos on clouds. And the good men come and drag President Tricky from his retirement palace and kick him to death. And they show President X Washington and everyplace else and make him cry until he promises to fix it all. And good things happen every day. And walking in the street becomes like going to church for there are high fashion angels in the sky and we clap and cheer. And good things happen every day.” It’s not a story about how dumb superheroes are, it’s about how awful it would be to live in a superhero deconstruction, not just because of how things are obviously materially shit but because it’s so obvious how things could have been if they were even a little different and having to live and die with that tragedy.