Jerusalem

by Alan Moore

shifts in its style and its delivery with each new chapter, hopping from one mode or genre to another and including “narrative description, scientific records,

inner monologue, anecdotes, autobiography, eye-witness reports, pen-portraits, short stories, sermons, linguistic studies, nature portrayals, journals, poetry and hymns. There is also much in the work that is reminiscent of a modern film-script.”

I wonder what modern writer could aspire to such variety?

Studs would like to see one of these modern pantywaists even attempt a work as grand and various as that.

Yeah, right?