Jeff Lemire. Greg Smallwood. Jordie Bellaire. Marc Spector. Moon Knight. Need I say more? If you’re not sold on that combination, then you’re paying the price because MARVEL has granted the Fist of Khonshu a brand-new number series.
What makes this a welcomed entry into Moon Kinight’s lore is that Lemire’s take on the pays homage to characters and stories that have are deeply rooted in Moon Knight’s past. Yet, Lemire never compromises his vision of exploring the corrosive connective tissue of Moon Knight’s consciousness and the barrier created by his mercurial memories.
Lemire’s writing makes readers empathize with Marc Spector’s psychological plight. Never has the character wrestled with the dreary discernment between his reality and imagination in the fashion he does within these pages. A sublime study of subconscious story symbolism.
If Smallwood’s art brings scope to this title, it is Bellaire’s colors that bring the scale. This poignant pair deliver on the danger and despair inherent in Lemire’s script. They tap into the ethereal edginess of Marc Spector’s nightmarish reality – the isolation of confinement. Mental. And physical.
This is volume vies to be distinguished as the most textured and emotive Moon Knight book in the titular character’s history. From the spot-on writing to the unwavering visual identity, Lemire, Smallwood and Bellaire’s Moon Knight #1 is praise-worthy. And I am sure I am not the first and I won’t be the last, but I’ll cheer nonetheless.