I picked up 'Lobster Johnson, Vol. 2: The Burning Hand' on a whim, drawn by the pulpy cover art and
the promise of noir-infused action. The story doesn’t disappoint—it’s a wild ride through 1930s
new york, with the titular vigilante carving his way through a conspiracy involving occult forces and gangsters. The art style is gritty and atmospheric, perfectly capturing the era’s shadowy alleys and smoky interiors. What really hooked me, though, was how the comic balances over-the-top violence with a weirdly charming sense of humor. Lobster himself is this enigmatic force of nature, barely speaking but radiating intensity. If you’re into dark, fast-paced tales with a touch of the supernatural, this one’s a blast.
That said, it’s not for everyone. The plot moves at breakneck speed, and if you’re new to the character, you might feel thrown into
the deep end. But that’s part of the fun—it feels like stumbling into a serial from another time. I’d recommend it to fans of Mike Mignola’s other work, especially '
Hellboy,' since it shares that same love for mythic weirdness. Personally, I devoured it in one sitting and immediately wanted more of Lobster’s brutal justice.