Begging comparisons to Tolstoy and Joyce, this magnificent, sprawling cosmic epic (Guardian) by Alan Moore--the genre-defying, groundbreaking, hairy genius of our generation (NPR)--takes its place among the most notable works of contemporary English literature. In decaying Northampton, eternity loiters between housing projects. Among saints, kings, prostitutes, and derelicts, a timeline unravels: second-century fiends wait in urine-scented stairwells, delinquent specters undermine a century with tunnels, and in upstairs parlors, laborers with golden blood reduce fate to a snooker tournament. Through the labyrinthine streets and pages of Jerusalem tread ghosts singing hymns of wealth and poverty. They celebrate the English language, challenge mortality post-Einstein, and insist upon their slum as Blake's eternal holy city in Moore's apotheosis, a fourth- dimensional symphony (Entertainment Weekly). This brilliant . . . monumentally ambitious tale from the gutter is a massive literary achievement for our time--and maybe for all times simultaneously (Washington Post).