For my money, the follow-up, 'Maximortal' is a superior work. With that book Veitch is back in 'The One' territory tackling a Supermanalike, complete with a coprophilic Robert Oppenheimer, Seigel and Shuster clones far funnier than Kavalier & Clay and more graphic representations of what a super-strong six year old throwing a temper tantrum might really be like.
Oh! And (brief) tie ins to Cerebus, Spawn, 1963, Flaming Carrot and a host of other early '90's indy comics.
Meanwhile, actually on topic...
Bratpack is basically Veitch "turning it up to 11" after getting the boot from Swamp Thing over the Jesus issue. He was so disgusted by DC's perceived hypocrisy, and especially the Kill Robin Telethon, that he just kind of spewed out BratPack as a deliberate assault on all right-thinking comic book readers. It's not really writing, it's vitriolage.
If you know that going in, the book's quite fun. And it did make me feel a little bit queasy in a couple places. |
