This is a link to my review of Paul Pope's new THB issue, the one-man anthology con-exclusive thing. It basically ruled, as I explain in the text of said review, which is hosted at Newsarama and starts out like this:
At this point we're a good decade into Paul Pope's star turn as one of mainstream comics' most popular, iconoclastic voices. Those copies of Solo 3 and Batman Year 100 have sat on the shelves so long that it's pretty easy to forget Pope was't always the guy he is now -- more or less uniquely for a member of the Big Two star stable (Ed Brubaker aside), Pope came to the mainstream not from fandom or knockoff books or some third-world country full of eager slaves (that's a joke, kinda), but from alt-comix, that other fully-developed strain of American comic book making that runs perpendicular to the superhero stream. Pope's heroic-action books have always been interesting largely because of his outsider perspective, which encompasses a gently satirical view into the overly po-faced conventions of genre comics, an emphasis on the purity of his art, and an explicit flair for the avant-garde that keeps him searching for new ways of telling old stories.
In the midst of Pope's long, trailblazing stomp through the Diamond-distributed market, though, we have THB, a very occasional (2+ years between this and the last issue) black-and-white single-creator anthology pamphlet in the finest alterna-comix tradition. And this book makes it abundantly clear that despite the years in the commercial wilderness, Pope hasn't lost a step as a creator of personal, expressive, idiosyncratic stories with no capes or editors in sight. THB #2 is largely a sift through Pope's library of influences, turning up stones from three continents' worth of comics-making traditions and melding them all together with the rawest, most gorgeous ink line ever to limn Superman's spitcurl. Read more