I read bits of this at the time, drifting away because fundamentally, it wasn't Grant Morrison's Doom Patrol. Of course, three decades down the line, and not coming hot on its heels, we can take the longer view and see that Morrison's Doom Patrol was not just the definitive Doom Patrol, but one of the all-time great superhero runs, so perhaps that's not the fairest yardstick to use. And compared to the other attempts at the title in Morrison's shadow, this doesn't look so bad at all. Obviously it's ahead of the execrable effort by post-plot John Byrne, and the Dennis Culver which felt like a bad Saturday morning cartoon of the real thing – but even Gerard Way's turn, which I enjoyed a lot, now looks a little too indebted to its inspiration, a bit keen on having a go with all the toys. Whereas this is commendably willing to accept Morrison's finale, rather than roll it back. Yes, Dorothy is still here, and the Chief is resurrected, after a fashion. But of the ostensible leads, only Cliff has come back from Danny the World, for reasons that make perfect, tragic sense (and I don't just mean 'You need Robotman for it to be a Doom Patrol series').
And Cliff's unhappiness in his metal body is the perfect hook, because decades before the world decided that we were due another round of getting obsessed with what other people have in their pants, this was one of the big Vertigo books which, after their guiding light left, got handed over to trans creators to see what they'd do with them. And good heavens, Pollack ran with that. The returning characters are all either unhappy with their bodies, or missing them altogether; to that mix, she adds sex ghosts, a mysterious entity trapped in a doll, and a character representing something closer to the regular trans experience, Coagula, who in amongst this lot gets to be seen as the normal one teaching them how to make peace with themselves. It can lean a little didactic in places, but not often – and mostly when it does it's not even on that side of the equation, but in the complementary fascination with periods, which can come across very dated and nineties post-hippy Earth Mother feminism, but is at least free of that tradition's subsequent curdling into everything from TERFery and antivax to outright fascism.
As for what this remade team gets up to...well, most of the proto-Vertigo books became less recognisably superhero once the imprint really bedded in, and this is not an exception. A series that had already been on a journey inward continues that trajectory, losing the Justice League cameos &c that once anchored it to the mainstream; the only DC guest star here is Doc Magnus, and even he's only in the opening issues*. Instead we're off in the realms of reified psychodrama, often in ways that with hindsight feel prophetic – though of course never in ways that would have been of use. Appropriately, this is most pronounced in the Teiresias Wars storyline, a new president in a red baseball cap playing his part in an ancient war between those who value freedom and change, and those determined to lock the world into rigid shapes. This is also where Ted McKeever becomes the regular artist, after continuity candidate Richard Case and then a spell of Linda Medley. That's a mixed blessing; his fall of Babel is something to behold, but at times when both he and Pollack are getting towards the more abstract end of their range, it becomes a struggle to work out what's going on. And once the book concludes with another battle between primordial forces that doesn't even really match up with the previous one, and plays with Jewish mysticism in awkward ways (a giant Tree of Life floating around zapping people!), it's hard not to conclude that the series was running out of steam. Still, there was some stuff along the way that really worked, and I'm glad the rediscovery and fancy collected edition came a little before Pollack's passing and not, as is so often the way, right after.
*Caveat: there's an issue of the misfiring Children's Crusade crossover here, and also a big Vertigo crossover in the back. Still, neither really feels like part of the run proper, and the latter isn't even by Pollack, but her editor. I'm glad to have read it, but it could just as easily have gone in a Swamp Thing or Animal Man collection, or Shade if they ever bloody finish collecting that.