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This is a difficult book to review. On the one hand, its art and its writing were impressive--especially the art. The colors were striking and the visuals arresting. This might be my favorite style of any graphic novel, though I can't say I'm particularly well-read in the genre. On the other hand, this book acts as if it's going to deal with the question of what a "real" superhero would go through. This is the story's excuse to make every possible misery happen to our protagonist and his loved ones. Vile things happen in this book. That isn't itself a bad thing. Vile things happen in life and should be reflected in art. But there's no reflection going on. The odious happenings in this book occur more or less for the sake of being edgy. The story doesn't feel like it needs these events--a character's gang rape is what sticks out most to me. The fact that this is hardly mentioned by the other characters, and that the victim is lost in the shuffle of the more "important" story, seems irresponsible and dangerous. I guess I just would expect more empathy from a group of people who deem themselves superheroes, or from any writer who decides to write about them.