...and again, and again, and again...
This is a somewhat erratic collection. Volume 1 of Tomb of Dracula was fairly focussed; Dracula had awoken and was trying to take over the world, and Quincey Harker's band of vampire hunters had to stop him. Volume 2, by contrast, is all over the place. For long stretches of this collection, the vampire hunters either think Dracula is dead, or have no idea whatsoever where to find him, while Dracula himself often seems uncertain of what exactly he's trying to do; he keeps forming evil schemes, pursuing them for a few issues, and then forgetting all about them. What unity there is is provided by a central storyline in which Dracula finds his powers waning, and must seek out the cause, which turns out to be an enemy so dangerous that he and his hunters are compelled to join forces against it; this is a decent idea, but the execution is somewhat confused, and the actual plotline borders on incoherence. On the plus side, Gene Colan's art remains great, and Marv Wolfman's dialogue and narration is a little less horribly overwritten than in volume 1.
Any pretense that Tomb of Dracula is really about Frank Drake, Quincey Harker, and friends has clearly been abandoned here. These are stories about Dracula. To their credit, he continues to emerge from them as a gratifyingly complex figure, remaining entirely monstrous while continuing to possess some redeeming features: courage, fortitude, a twisted sense of honour, a grudging respect for his enemies, and above all a sense of *style* that sets him apart from the more vulgar evils he is occasionally called upon to dispatch. The soliloquy in which he meditates on all his past enemies is one of my favourite parts of the volume, and really casts the struggle against Dracula into a new light: Dracula, like death, is never truly defeated, but he has to be continually fought against anyway, just in order to allow life to go on. Dracula's rather confused attempts to take stock of his existence, to understand just what he is and what he is trying to do, are so fascinating as to make me forgive a great deal: even the hopelessly distracting and out-of-place 'funny' dialogue of the new and desperately unnecessary comic relief character Harold H. Harold, or the woeful parody of hard-boiled dialogue that fills the air whenever the risible Hannibal King, Vampire Detective, steps onstage.
This collection also includes a few issues of 'Giant-Sized Chillers', stories starring Dracula but taking place outside of the main flow of the plot. Most are drawn by Don Heck, whose clear, hard lines are not nearly as well suited to the series as Gene Colan's mists and shadows, and whose trademark drawings of women - with their wasp waists and giant, conical breasts - are serious liabilities in a series that features as many distressed damsels as Tomb of Dracula. Claremont's writing is fine, although he clearly has a slightly different take on Dracula to Wolfman, which can make these stories a little jarring. None the less, they are enjoyable changes of pace, especially as each one tells a complete story: a welcome shift from the endless multi-issue narrative arcs of the main series. I particularly enjoyed the one in which Dracula confronts the daughter of one of his oldest enemies...
Overall, this is still a very good collection, and definitely worth buying if you enjoyed Volume 1, but it does meander about a lot. I'm hoping that things will tighten up in Volume 3 as the series moves towards its grand finale.