Mark Russell is best known for comics which, often starting with an unlikely property like Snagglepuss or The Flintstones, build savage, off-kilter satires of human failings and foolishness. And to an extent that's what he's doing here too, with two differences. First, at least since he became Alan Moore's American calling card, Swamp Thing is already established as a way of talking about humanity's crimes against the environment. Second, normally a Mark Russell series is funny. But as yet another statement from scientists stresses quite how late we've left it to get our shit together, only to once again be pretty much ignored, it's not hard to see why even Russell's black sense of humour might have deserted him on this topic. We follow a series of confrontations between Swamp Thing and Sunderland, a typically toxic agricultural business working on terminator seeds that will make them a tidy payday, and who cares about the potential side-effect of wiping out all plant life on Earth through hybridisation? That's not reflected in the quarterly results, after all. These are, sad to say, a real thing which real businesses really make; it's just that in our world, there's no plant elemental to pull the 'don't care was made to care' tricks Swamp Thing can on those responsible. But where this could easily have been played as wish-fulfilment stories of a world where the world can fight back, instead the tone is mostly grim. Humans can be paid a pittance to work against their own interests, betray Swamp Thing and their own future for the stupidest reasons – or, even when they claim to support him, turn out just to be enacting the same nasty human bullshit, the scrabble for power and position, through slightly more roundabout routes. By the end, some flat and false notes of hope and believing the children are our future get wedged in like the Chinese ending to Fight Club, but what lingers is the utter – and utterly justified – disgust of the earlier chapters:
"Were we humans always like this? I can hardly remember anymore, but perhaps this is just who we are. Murderous, shortsighted, deceitful... How can they even trust each other? Perhaps they don't. Maybe they merely trust that everyone else is as broken as they are."
In the back, bonus stories mostly written by Phil Hester take more of a classic horror comics approach, by which I mean they see a local will o' the wisp lead Swamp Thing to scenarios like haunted carnivals, ghost ships and creepy dolls, all of them obviously far less scary than humanity's headlong rush towards its own destruction. But aside from working as a breather after the real nightmares, they also have art by Tom Mandrake, and seriously, who doesn't want to see Tom Mandrake draw a haunted carnival?