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Biblioklept 
Dreamed powerfully of owning this after reading about its imminent release… decades went by and one day I remembered how much I’d wanted it and realized I could afford it and so I bought it. However. Paging through it I couldn’t help noticing that I didn’t actually like it terribly much… the riot of detail (horror vacui?) has an anti-sumptuous effect and the stark chiaroscuro is strangely flat: I much preferred Wrightson’s meaty, weighty shading and sinewy lines and use of negative space on golden age Swamp Thing. I can see the spine of Wrightson’s Frankenstein from where I type this (I used the book as a mouse pad for a few months)… a tragicomic embodiment of Spock’s famous dictum, to Stonn, that “After a time, you may find that having is not so pleasing a thing after all as wanting. It is not logical, but it is often true.”
But Happy Halloween (or Merry New Thanx-O-Weenmas, as I used to say, taking care of the entire final quarter of the year) anyway!
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