If you are one of those Batman readers who is hoping for a mature, daring work that breaks out of the Batman formula ("Dark Knight Returns," "Arkham Asylum," etc.), the cover art for this new book - an abstract painting of a demonic Batman crushing Gotham with his fists - makes you think you've come to the right place. Your hope: is this one of those once-every-four-or-five-years breakthrough graphic novels that wades through the mediocrity to take the Batman to a new level of imagery and narrative? Naturally, as is the case with most everything Batman-related these days, the answer is: no.
"Harvest Breed," whose title seems completely unconnected to anything in the book, is just another example of the standard DC formula for making Batman "edgier": use some non-traditional art form, add some transgressive plot element (here, it's demonology and the black arts), and of course pour on the violence. To be sure, "Dark Knight" and "Arkham Asylum" invented this formula, but their superior plots and characterizations worked with these other elements to create true masterpieces. In comparison, "Harvest Breed" is just a hollow shell wrapped in well-executed paintings and lots of darkness and gore.
"Harvest Breed's" plot . . . . hmmm . . . what can I say: if you're able to keep a straight face when confronted by a Vietnamese peasant practicing Haitian voodoo, geometric patterns for murder sites (yes, you've seen that one a million thrillers before, but never as incomprehensibly done as it is here), secret revelations in melodramatic war diaries, a little paranormally-enabled orphan girl who helps Batman out with astral projections of herself, and a final showdown between Batman and Satan, well - you're a better reader than I. Oops, I almost forgot the man who can heal people with his hands - AND foretell their deaths! That's two cliches in one! I guess I should also mention the "surprise" ending, which you can figure out pages ahead by asking yourself: "which character did the author go out of his way to describe as innocent and insignificant?"
Then there's the dialogue, which ranges from the hackneyed to the ham-fisted. Here's Batman taking a stab at psychological realism: "I'm losing it. Getting too violent. Not thinking straight - harder to keep myself in check!" In other words, in case you didn't get the reason why Batman just attacked Commissioner Gordon, let us ram it on home to you in words a four-year-old can understand. For me, this and the other clunkers with which the book abounds sounded best when I imagined William Shatner uttering them.
Even your average episode of "Batman Beyond" takes a more mature and nuanced approach to narrative than this piece of trash. Save your money.