A better volume than some previous ones, with a truer sense of how American myth can come into its own, but nonetheless, still too light hearted, with no sense of involvement with the characters. The Jack Of Fables series was a chance to add true depth to the most famous of all fairy and folk tale characters, but instead the slapstick and easy jokes are laid on like thick make up on an old woman, or a plain young girl trying too hard.
The art is thankfully better than previous volumes, with more care taken and more dynamic sweeps and bold frames being made, greater detail being included, and more realistic emotion in faces.
It's almost good enough to make me read more. I'll see if the urge ever takes me, at the minute though it doesn't leap up. Not when indie writer-artists with better ideas and more stylistic art are out there, begging for their deserved chance.