The prose was wonderful, and I applauded Moore's attempts to play with other writer's eccentricities (like a one chapter riff on Finnegan's wake). On the other hand, it also showcases the worst of Moore's habits, obsession with details most readers won't even care about, detours that are just him rambling about modern culture, things you've heard him say in dozens of interviews. Anyone expecting Alan Moore to not veer off and complain about superheroes or the 21st century will be disappointed. It's not for the fainthearted, and demands far more attention than your mind can muster when on a delayed subway or on a dirty bus. That said, I did like it far more than LOEG: Century or Neonomicon (I'll read Providence once it finishes), so it's worth a try.