It
just gets better and better and better.
After
the fallout of Hughie finding out about Annie being a supe (and one with an
unfortunate secret at that) he heads back to Scotland to work out what the hell
he’s going to do with himself. Back in
his village he finds himself surround by the old faces that he loves and
loathes in equal measures. The cast of
Hughie’s home town are typically Ennis – his two mates are a 6 foot 6 muscle
bound transvestite and a scrawny fella in a gas mask with a chronic B.O.
problem. They’re pretty fun.
Whilst
there he meets a holidaying Englishman – it wasn’t particularly difficult to
work out who he was – who he takes to immediately and with whom he works out
some of his issues.
Into
this Annie arrives to attempt to talk Hughie around. I really like Annie’s character. She’s a
wide-eyed pragmatist. An eternal optimist who’s been battered by a deeply
cynical reality but in Hughie has found the validation of her optimism. He really needs to tell her the truth soon
though.
Hughie
really comes in to his own in this book though (as you’d imagine from the
title). It’s always been Hughie’s series
but this one removes most of the distractions and he just lets him roll for a
while.
As
ever with Ennis it’s a fun mix of ribald crudity, profanity and pathos. He’s so on top of his game at the moment that
he’s just won his own world cup. He’s
one of a very select band of writers that can make me burst out laughing on one
page and leave me almost in tears a page or two later.
The
art in this one is by John McCrea (who also did the Herogasm mini) and it’s
nice enough. I’d have obviously preferred
to see Darick Robertson do all The Boys art but these minis probably give him a
bit of extra lead time on the main book.
McCrea’s a fine fill in though and does a solid job – Annie’s shrug at
Hughie after the scissors line is ace.
Just
a phenomenal read and I’m ridiculously hyped for the next one now.
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