Jon J. Muth, “Swamp Thing: Roots”
I just finished a cursory look at my stuff to figure out what I need to move when we vacate this house. Obviously, I’m going to start with all the books that I’m going to have load into a car, drive to a new place, carry up a narrow staircase, and try to fit in one bedroom. It’s a little over 700 books. Why can’t I have a different collecting obsession? Something that doesn’t threaten to throw my back out, or make the back axle on my car collapse?
Worse still is the realization that some of these books - like this one - are crap. And I have to think about the fact that not only did I spend money on them, but I now also have to carry them around. Not to mention that I wasted my time reading this, when I could have been doing something more fun and/or productive.
Like filing my teeth down with a jagged nail file.
I said it before: I really like this comic. But there’s an addendum to that statement: I only like this comic when Alan Moore is writing the story line. The problem is, he wrote so well when he was on the title that I can’t help but check out other issues involving other authors. Like this one — which was so bad that I felt I had to stop my reading it and go back to Moore’s work on the series, lest I smash my Swamp Thing statue on the tiles of my floor.
Bad, bad, bad! As bad as film, Return of the Swamp Thing. In fact, I don’t know why this is listed as a Swamp Thing title at all, as the character is barely in it. It’s a cheap amalgamation of Swamp Thing and The Sandman series (both by different - and infinitely more talented writers than this Muth guy, whomever HE is) to tell a rather dull and busy gothic horror story.
Gak! And now I have to carry it up the stairs. Motherfucker. Somebody give this guy a job in accounting, I’m sure he’ll be more interesting and original in that field.
