The hubbub about this book seems excessive. It was the first graphic novel to be nominated for the Man Booker prize, but stop clutching your pearls because it didn’t win (nor should it have). Old friends reunite when one of their girlfriends disappears (turns out she was murdered, and the snuff film hits the airwaves), an AlexJones-esque radio announcer weaves his lies into the ear of the innocent boyfriend but Jones’ army of idiots comes after everyone even tangentially involved in the story with death threats and more. Seriously wonder why this got attention from the prize committee when there are so many better graphic novels to point to. Illustrations have a flat quality that works well with the flat telling of the story, but there’s enough tension in the undercurrents that you’re interested in flipping the pages to find out what happens.