I own very few graphic novels, and this one about Jack the Ripper and his crimes I’ve had for years but never read it. Someone gave it to me, but it seemed unappealing because I’ve grown tired of the serial killer who mutilates women. I can stomach it if it is more about the discovering of the murderer’s identity than the actual deeds themselves, which this book, as I understood it, was not about. To just dive into the sick psyche of such a man, […]