As I slowly absorbed Mignola, Golden and Sniegoski’s story word by word and poured over every panel in an attempt to make the book last as long as possible, in my mind, all I could hear was Michael Stipe singing “It’s the end of the world as we know it,,, And I feel fine”, because that’s exactly how Frankenstein: New World makes you feel. Absolutely fine and dandy. And it might be the end of one world that I love, but it’s the beginning of, as Dave Bowman so eloquently said “Something wonderful”.
Peter Bergting’s art possesses the same wild, raw spirit as Mignola’s but his eye for fantastic detail offers the perfect canvas for Michelle Madsen’s sublime colours to work their 1950’s flavoured magic, which breathes Lovecraftian Burroughs-esque life into the aforementioned trios tale of life after death in world filled with hope, adventure and a quest that owes as much to Stephen Donaldson as it does to Robert E. Howard. I don’t do spoilers, so I’m not going to wax lyrical about the plot that slowly but surely grows around “false” prophets, true believers, the remnants of the old world emerging to shape the new, generational fear and the age old curse of humanity, xenophobia and it’s poisonous embrace. Hellboy may be gone, but the incredible, tentacled universe he helped to build is alive and well in Frankenstein: New World… Tum Cundle