A point of disclosure: I have a huge weakness for Pulp and Golden age characters. Thus even mediocre treatments can be too appealing for my not to read. At strong treatments, such as J. Michael Straczynski's "The Twelve," Wagner's "Green Hornet," and now "Masks," I get positively giddy.
The set-up here for this great team up seems, at first glance, pretty boiler plate. Green Hornet and Kato roll into New York hunting down a gangster. When they encounter the Shadow, he tells them that the newly elected Justice Party though claiming to clean up NYC, isn't what it seems. In short order, we learn that the Justice Party's goals are fascistic - an interesting and excellent incorporation of Pulp era issues. More and more masked heroes join the fight, many with their own plot threads/. These varied threads combine well with an interesting philosophical subplot about the time-worn conflict between law and justice. As with any team-up book, "Masks" rises or falls on the writer's ability to individualize characters and give energy to their relationships. Chris Roberson manages to use this philosophical conflict to pour heat into the characters' interactions and root each perspective in the larger story.
Many of the classic pulp heroes were thin on back story and motivation, but Roberson does a fine job with his cast. Yes, some are "B" and even "C" list (how many readers have really yearned to see the Green Lama to reappear?), but it is a great cast nonetheless. The Black Terror. The Spider. Miss Fury. There was even one character I was totally unfamiliar with (The Black Bat, a sort of godfather to Daredevil). Even Doc Savage (who Dynamite must not have been able to secure the rights to use), gets a delightful oblique reference. I thought I knew a good deal about the pulps but I'm pleased to say Chris Roberson puts me to shame.
Of course Alex Ross's cover art, with all its great painted color and willowy lines, adds depth to the whole book. Much of the page art is similarly excellent. When The Green Hornet, Kato, and the Shadow leap off a building into the fray, the former two are upright with fists raised for battle, while the Shadow goes head first, guns drawn, and almost flies out off the page. It is just one of many panels (not to mention the lovely covers), which will make you pause in your read to try and just inhale the depth of action.
On a last note, I'm not usually a huge fan of the "bonus material" featured in trades, coming to books mostly for the story. "Masks" was the exception. The early pencil drafts of the illustrations tell you a lot about the source of this art's wonderful sense of movement. Moreover, I enjoyed the range of "bonus covers" by a huge variety of artists of diverse styles, which ranged from the ridiculous to the risqué.
As I said from the beginning, it is hard to imagine a book more tailored for my taste than "Masks." Still, even if you're just an occasional fan of the pulps, if you just have certain weakness for the Shadow or Hornet or (there must be at least one out there) the Buddhist hero, the Green Lama, story, art, and crackling energy combine here into a book well worth your time.