And with issue 70, I think I may have parted company with this book. SERIOUS SPOILERS FOLLOW
I'm intrigued by the mystery of how Washington enclave works (Lawns without vegetable plots? Have we forgotten about the threat of hordes and/or jealous rivals?), and the crimes of 'Davidson', I like atmosphere of dread in an idyllic suburban setting, hell I even like Rick's new haircut but...
... by devoting what felt like many pages to recounting in sickening detail one of the most disturbing crimes I'd ever read about in the real world, Kirkman crosses a line for me. He uses this appalling piece of real child abuse to add weight to his fictional horror, and I just can't go along with that. As long as all the awful things Rick and Michone and the Mayor do to each other are fiction, I can enjoy it, even revel in the grossness of it all. When I'm asked to enjoy being creeped-out by a tragedy from the real world, I can't do it. This isn't From Hell, this isn't about how the world parses and repurposes real crimes, this is a fictional exploration of how people behave in extremis, and what people might do to survive in the face of utter disaster. I don't see how that scene would have worked any differently if the crime recounted had been a fictional one. Other than the fact that I wouldn't now be considering dropping the book.