Garth
Ennis’ introduction opens with the line, ‘Him and his bloody Cthulu!’ which is
as apt a sum up of this book as I ever could have thought up.
The
Courtyard is the place wherein our protagonist (a nasty little functioning
sociopath working for the FBI) is led whilst trailing the murderer of two
people. His investigation leads him to a
rock club where act and audience are speaking in Lovecraftian word salad. Thinking that the reasons his murderer and
the three that preceded him are connected is a drug called Aklo bought from
this club. In truth the drug is in
actual fact a language that taps into other /elder perspectives that open his
mind to the, I suppose, demon realms.
It
was all a bit thin really. 48 pages was
nowhere near enough and the whole thing felt both bogged down in the word-salad
and distinctly light on plot and development.
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