I think I am officially over Saga. What you see has always been what you get with Saga: inventive worldbuilding, always beautiful and often arresting art, and a thoughtful meditation on parenting and family marred by college stoner philosophizing and an evident desire to offend a class of people who have been pretty well inoculated to that sort of thing since at least the 90s (although judging by the current political scene, reliving the 90s is all the rage these days).
Volumes 4 and 5 don’t change that. Brilliant art, but sometimes wasted on things like dragon genitalia. Any commentary that ventures beyond parenting and family continues to flirt with self-parody, and Vaughan may have run out of interesting things to say about parenting. The French director François Truffaut famously claimed you cannot make a truly anti-war movie, basically because it’s impossible to show war without also making it look cool. You would think the same would be true for sex and drugs, but Vaughan comes close, perhaps because it’s unintentional. And neither volume is as tightly plotted or has as much going on as in Volume 3.
I’ve had mixed feelings about Saga from the art, albeit assuaged somewhat by Volume 3, which I wound up putting #2 on my Hugo ballot last year. I still enjoy it, but given the high cost-to-reading-time of graphic novels and considering the other, better ongoing graphic novels I’m reading—Ms. Marvel, The Walking Dead, Rat Queens, The Autumnlands, even Star Wars: Death Vader—it’s hard to justify continuing.