Now, this is more like it!

If the first collected volume of Alan Moore's legendary run on Swamp Thing was just an introduction to what he had planned for the moss-encrusted mockery of a man, then this is Moore's plans in full swing. There's proper, gets-under-your-skin horror, a trip to hell redolent of Gaiman's later sojourns in his own Sandman, and an homage to a 1950s comic strip that is by turns delightful and heart-breaking. Consider me converted.