What a great set of continuities. We get the end of Flattop (but, frustratingly, not the entire continuity), the Brow, Shaky, and Breathless Mahoney, as well as the first appearances of Gravel Gertie and B. O. Plenty, both of whom are far more interesting in these earlier incarnations as at best morally challenged, if not actively evil, figures, rather than the comic relief into which they evolved in short order. The Brow may well be the most disturbingly-designed villain in Gould's canon; even today, he comes across as creepy. The stories here flow seamlessly, each arising from the previous, even looping back at times, and driven by fast pace and action. The criminals barely have time to do anything crooked before they're on the lam, looking for ingenous ways to escape rather than to bilk folk. The violence is unbelievable (in a good way); every time I read one of these early collections and see the shards of glass penetrating eyes, bullets going through heads, mangled corpses and so on, I am amazed that this stuff was allowed to run in the comics section in newspapers. And Gould does not hesitate about killing off sympathetic characters, either, such as the somewhat crooked but essentially naive Summer Sisters, who are summarily drowned mid-story. It's elemental stuff about the basest human desires trumping all values (Breathless Mahoney and her mother try to kill each other over $50,000, for instance), reflected in the frequency (relatively speaking) with which the elements themselves figure in the plots: Flattop also drowns, Shaky (ironically enough) freezes to death, Breathless Mahoney gets plowed into a field (though she survives), and so on. The one narrative weak spot is Gould's overfondness for coincidence, and even that probably was far less noticeable when one read only a strip a day, not weeks of continuity in quick succession. Still, it's so common a device that when a character actually comments on it (Breathless Mahoney, when she ends up highly improbably running into B.O. Plenty again), it's probably funnier than Gould intended. The only real complaint I have about this book--and it applies to many of these IDW releases--is that it both begins and ends mid-continuity. Admittedly, Gould's stories do tend to flow into each other, but still, there are often far more obvious break-points, a few weeks in either direction, that would make for more natural stopping points. If the aim is to recreate something of the cliff-hanger nature of the original reading experience, I suppose I can see how that makes a sort of sense, but for me it's just irritating. Also, I really wish they'd do the Sundays in colour; they do for Terry and Little Orphan Annie, so why they don't for Tracy is a mystery to me. Maybe they think the stark moral universe of the strip benefits from black and white, but the Sundays were designed to be seen in colour, so should be. Still, these are prime Tracy continuities from Gould at his peak; anyone interested in comic strips should give this one a look.