The greatness of Casanova is nigh-fucking-impossible to put into words, at least in the casual, non-ejaculatory manner you have to resort to in order to convince other people to read it. Even the last time I met Matt Fraction at a convention I couldn't quite articulate it. The best I could do was "I love this book. I mean, I. LOVE. This. Book" and explain how I bought the original Luxuria trade, tracked down all the single issues for the backmatter (still missing issues 2 and 3) and then the Icon single issues, and then the Icon trades. But that doesn't really express how good it is -- it just expresses how obsessed I am with it. So, fuck it, I'm just going to talk about David Bowie since there's a good amount of that coursing through the veins of Casanova anyway. I mean, "Luther Desmond Diamond?" Read Full Review
The wait was long, but it was worth it. Gula built up to be something very special over the course of its life, but Avaritia shows plenty of potential to surpass it. If Fraction can conjure up a surprise ending to top that one, I would very much like to see it. Read Full Review
"Casanova" is one of the greatest books of all time and this return is not as triumphant as anyone hopes. There are moments of brilliance here and yet they can't overcome the absence of depth overall. "Casanova: Avaritia" is an ambitious comic that, while successful in many places, will be heavily judged against the previous entries. In this regard, it lacks the raw nature of the original series. This is a good issue, no doubt, with some very fun ticks but it is not sublime. Read Full Review
I've found myself mesmerized by complex metaphysics from the likes of Morrison and Ellis, though those instances always came with the understanding that there was true substance behind all the concepts. Here, it comes off as hollow. Depthless. The art is far muddier and inconsistent than other recent projects to which Ba has contributed, especially lately. There are a few laudable images, including a brief 3D sequence and a Mignola-esque page associated with "spatiotemporal holocausts" but nothing feels as lovingly polished as Daytripper or Umbrella Academy. Minus the lingo and assumed swagger, the Emperor"not unlike Cas throughout much of the issue"has no clothes. Read Full Review