The Boys, Volume 8: Highland Laddie by Garth Ennis
My rating: 1 of 5 stars
To quote Wee Hughie: “I Ken sez tis shite”.
This is a diversion from the Boys into a Hughie backstory/sidestory.
It could have been interesting; instead it was a meandering, boring, impossible to understand (literally, the dialogue is stupid, and I grew up with a Scottish Great Gran and neighbours, but I could barely figure some things out).
Throw in 5 issues of Hughie whining about EVERYTHING and I just wanted to bitch slap him like the boring piece of shit he acts like in this.
He visits friends and complains about them, he complains about his parents, he complains about his EX, who then shows up and of course, in a long rambling conversation, manages to get back into his good graces.
It also involves a subplot of Hughie and his mates being the Fucking Hardy Boys or some shit. (yawn) and talking to an older fellow like a free psychiatrist and taking his food for free.
By the end of the book, Hughie is a weeping baby of a pathetic sack. I have no problem emoting, and cry at Christmas commercials, but this volume did nothing but make me skim. I may just be at saturation for Ennis, or maybe it just jumped the shark, but I nearly just walked away from this book, and I’m not sure I want to rush into the rest of the series…
It makes it clear to me, that Hughie is supposed to be our entry point to relating to this, but he’s too boring. This book just highlighted it and did everything in Ennis’ power to undo the last 7 volumes of good work.
I couldn’t suggest any stronger an option to anyone but to skip this and go right to Vol. 9 from 7.
Ugh. Terrible Shite.
Fat jokes, tranny jokes, sex jokes, dumb violence. Either Ennis slipped, or this is just what he’s become and he can’t hide it anymore…I was NOT impressed.
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