SALTY!

Coming up in one week: FanX Salt Lake—September 24th through 26th at the Salt Palace Convention Center in Salt Lake City. I haven't been to the beautiful state of Utah for many years and I've never attended a con there, so this should be a great time. If you're attending, please come by and say hello. 

BATMAN DAY 2026!

Batman Day is this coming Saturday, but let's start the celebration early with an edited/updated version of a piece I posted a few years ago, looking back at my history, both personal and professional, with the Dark Knight...

I’ve loved Batman since I was a kid. One of my primal memories is being six or seven years old, sprawled out on the living room floor with crayons and a stack of drawing paper, trying to replicate a Dick Sprang era Batman cover line for line. In many ways, that square-jawed, slightly goofy (okay, more than slightly) version of Bats is the one I cherish more than any other. I also remember the fangasms I had when, in the seventh grade, Batman came to television: it may have been campy to the grown-ups, but to naive, overweight, just-turned-twelve year old me this was serious stuff: comic books come to glorious life in a way they never had before.

So, yes, JMD the fan has a long-standing, deep connection to Bats but I honestly didn’t think JMD the writer had much of a history with the character—after all, I’ve never written a Batman solo series—until I took a look back at my career and discovered that I've written more Batman tales than I ever realized. Many more. And it started with, of all things, a coloring book.

“The Mystery of the Million Dollar Joke” is the first superhero story I was paid to write. And, yes, there’s a genuine kid-friendly story in there, waiting for you to bring it to life with your Crayolas. Paul Levitz offered me the gig when I was first starting out at DC and I stayed up all night, hunched over the typewriter (remember those?), banging out the script. If memory serves, I was paid a few hundred dollars for my efforts—which was just fine in 1979—and I still have a copy of the book tucked away on a shelf in my office.

The first comic book superhero story (y’know, the ones with the colors already provided) of mine that ever saw print was also a Batman adventure, in Detective Comics #489. “Creatures of the Night”—also edited by Mr. Levitz—had Batman hunting vampires, mainly because most of my work in those days was for the DC horror anthologies and vampire stories were my stock-in-trade. I don’t remember much about the script beyond the fact that it was illustrated by a Batman artist I admired, Irv Novick, who had nice things to say about it when I encountered him in Paul’s office one day. Those kind words meant the world to a newbie writer.

My first full-length superhero story was also edited by Paul and also featured Batman: Brave and the Bold #164, “The Mystery of the Mobile Museum,” teamed Bats and Hawkman (a character whose solo feature I wrote for a short time in World’s Finest) and my story was solid, but hardly classic. What was classic was the artwork, by the great Jose Luis Garcia-Lopez. He took my script and raised it up to another level entirely.

I didn’t encounter Batman again for another seven years, when he joined the ranks of the Giffen-DeMatteis Justice League—but he was an integral part of that series throughout its five year run. Of course our Batman was a little different from the grim ‘n’ gritty avenger that the brilliant Frank Miller unleashed on the world the year before JLI debuted. Our Bats had a sense of humor—incredibly understated, true, but it was there—and, though he’d deny it to his dying day, he enjoyed the idiotic escapades of Beetle, Booster and the rest of our quirky, and wonderfully obnoxious,

cast.

In 1993, I came at the Bat sideways, via the Superman mythos, for an Elseworlds story called Speeding Bullets (art by the hugely-talented, and sorely-missed, Eduardo Barretto). SB posited a universe where the rocket from Krypton was found not by the Kansas Kents but by the Gotham Waynes. The baby was christened Bruce and, after being traumatized by his parents‘ murder, the boy grew up to be a flying, super-powered—and extremely angry—Batman.  And, if Kal-El was Batman, how could Lex Luthor not be the Joker? 

A few years later—tied to the release of the third Batman movie, Batman Forever—came Batman/Two Face: Crime and Punishment: a serious exploration of Harvey Dent’s split personality (building on a wonderful story written, a year or two previously, by Andy Helfer), featuring dynamic, emotional art by Scott McDaniel, and that was followed, in 1994, by a four-issue Legends of the Dark Knight arc, brilliantly brought to life by Joe Staton, that may be my absolute favorite of all the mainstream superhero stories I’ve written. “Going Sane” featured a Joker who believes he’s killed Batman. With his mortal enemy gone he has no reason left to live—and his mind snaps. Now, if we snap we go crazy—but if the Joker snaps...he goes sane. What came next was a tender love story—a tragedy, really—about a gentle man who doesn’t know he was once a homicidal maniac with a permanent grin on his face. At least he doesn’t until Batman returns to Gotham and all hell breaks loose. The story also focused on Bruce Wayne’s relationship with the doctor who brought him back from the brink of death and, I hope, revealed a Batman whose greatest weapon was his compassion.

The next year, the amazing Mark Bagley and I had the pleasure of teaming up Batman with my old pal Peter Parker in Marvel’s Spider-Man/Batman: Disordered Minds. This was followed, two years later, by DC’S Batman/Spider-Man: New Age Dawning (beautifully illustrated by Graham Nolan). To say that it was a kick teaming up two of my all-time favorite characters—and doing it for both Marvel and DC—may be the Geek Understatement of the Century.

I didn’t return to Gotham until 2002, when I scripted another Legends of the Dark Knight arc—a Robin-centric tale, with art by the terrific Trevor Von Eden, called “Grimm”—and wrote my first Batman graphic novel, Absolution (with rich, painted art by Brian Ashmore): a gritty story of justice and redemption that found Batman traveling to India in search of a holy woman...who just might be the terrorist Bruce Wayne has been hunting for over a decade.

Around the same time, Bats appeared in an issue of Justice League that I wrote, during Grant Morrison’s run, along with an issue of The Spectre and the 2003 Justice League/Spectre mini-series Soul War. Batman later guest-starred in an issue of Phantom Stranger and Keith Giffen and I sent Batman’s DNA into the far future in our Justice League 3000/3001 series—which imagined a Batman very different from the one we all know. This is a Bruce Wayne who wasn't traumatized by the death of his parents—in fact he can't remember their murder at all—and that lack of a motivating tragedy has altered him in fundamental ways.

In 2021, I joined with Justice League Unlimited producer (and all-around great guy) James Tucker to write the Justice League Infinity mini-series, which built on and continued that classic television series. Batman, of course, was a pivotal part of the story. Then, in 2024, Rick Leonardi and I got to revisit the classic Starlin-Aparo arc “Death In The Family” with our mini-series Death In The Family: Robin Lives!

I’ve also had the pleasure of writing Batman in animated form—first with multiple episodes of the aforementioned Justice League Unlimited and then with eight episodes of Batman: The Brave and the Bold. I’m genuinely honored to have been a part of both those wonderful shows, but I got a special kick out of writing for B & B because it was so reminiscent of the square-jawed, over-the-top Batman I adored as a kid.

2015 saw the release of the direct-to-video animated movie Batman vs. Robin—which explored Bruce Wayne’s relationship with his son, Damian—and the following year brought the sequel, Batman: Bad Blood, which shined a spotlight on the entire Bat family.

2026 saw the release of season two of Amazon Prime’s Batman: Caped Crusader animated series, which featured my episode “The Spectral Hand.” I’m happy to say that, if there’s more Cape to come, I’ve been assured a place at the table.

It seems that, after a more than forty-year history with the character, my dance with the Dark Knight isn't over yet—and I hope we keep dancing for years to come.

 

©copyright 2026 J.M. DeMatteis
Batman and his pals ©copyright 2026 DC Entertainment

THE LAND DOWN UNDER

I took a (cyber) trip to Australia to talk to Dave at the Signal of Doom podcast. We discussed Caped Crusader, the Kraven What If?, my novel Dark Future, and much more. You can listen right here.

HERE THERE BE DRAGONS!

Dragon Con 2026 is coming up fast. I'll be there Friday, Saturday, and Sunday (September 4th, 5th, and 6th)—meeting fans, signing books and posters, doing panels, and hanging out with my son and daughter, who'll both be around to assist me at my booth. I haven't been to Dragon Con since 2019 and I'm really looking forward to heading back to Atlanta. If you're there, please stop by my table and say hello.

KIRBY DAY 2026

If anyone in the history of comics deserves to be called a genius, it's Jack Kirby: artist, writer, visionary. We all stand on his shoulders.

Here's a Kirby tribute I've posted a couple of times before—focusing on Jack's magnum opus, "The Fourth World Saga"—and I post it again in praise of a man whose imagination has inspired generations, and will go on inspiring us for generations to come.

Happy Birthday, Jack—wherever in the cosmos you are!

Like most people too in love with their own opinions, I’m fond of sweeping statements, and one of the sweeping statements I often toss out when the subject of comic books comes up is this: Stan Lee and Jack Kirby, the two formidable talents who forged the Marvel Age of Comics—and, one might argue, all comics that followed—were the Lennon and McCartney of their medium. Rock and roll and comic books were two of my greatest passions growing up and the link has always seemed obvious to me. The Beatles, led by John and Paul, redefined popular music in the sixties, just as Marvel, led by Stan and Jack, redefined comics. (Not that DC was sitting around doing nothing, mind you...any more than Dylan, the Stones and the Who were; but the Beatles and Marvel, at least in this writer’s opinion, were way ahead of the pack.) But all that blew apart when the decade turned.

Those of you too young to have been comics fans in 1970—that tumultuous twelve months of Kent State, student strikes and Richard Nixon’s sweaty upper lip—can’t begin to grasp the impact that three words—”Kirby Is Here!”—had when they appeared on the cover of, believe it or not, Superman’s Pal, Jimmy Olsen. I was sixteen, a devoted Marvel follower, and still naive enough to believe that Lee and Kirby were as inseparable as, well, Lennon and McCartney. Of course 1970 was also the year in which the Beatles publicly disintegrated, as well. “The dream is over,” John Lennon sang—and it certainly was. Across the board. Across the country. The idealism, the optimism, the inspired lunacy of the sixties—which had spread throughout our culture via music, film, novels, and, yes, comics—was beginning to turn sour. Let’s face it: if Stan and Jack, if John and Paul, couldn’t keep it together, what possible chance did the rest of us have? (This sounds incredibly silly now, but, believe me, this was an unbelievably urgent question then. At least to me.)

But the energy and enthusiasm of those years was still pushing us forward and, in some ways, the creative energy of the early seventies surpassed the sixties. Sure, the Beatles were a dead issue, but the music Lennon produced in the years after the split, most notably the brilliant John Lennon/Plastic Ono Band album, was some of the most powerful, important music rock and roll had ever heard. (I told you I was fond of sweeping statements.) And this music was produced as a direct result of Lennon’s boredom with the Beatles, of his pulling away from McCartney’s influence, from the security of success. He danced out on a limb, the limb held, and the result was Art.

The same can be said of Kirby. With Lee, he had taken mainstream comics and turned them inside out, upside down, and left his mark forever (just as he’d already done, in earlier times, with Joe Simon: Kirby, it seemed, never met a revolution he didn’t like). But, as his later Marvel work too clearly showed, he was bored. How many times can the Thing turn against his partners? How often can Loki tiptoe past Odin’s bed and usurp the throne of Asgard? Pretty often—but too often for a restless limb-dancer like Jack Kirby. As with Lennon, Kirby’s vision was unique, singular; and, if his collaboration with Lee (as important to Marvel’s success as McCartney was to the Beatles’; neither man should be underestimated) brought Kirby to new levels, those levels had now been attained, a plateau had been reached, and it was time to move on. Without collaboration. Artists, real artists, tend to burn. When they’ve burned long enough, the smoke starts pouring through their lips and they’ve got to spit the fire out.

In 1970, Jack Kirby jumped from Marvel to DC and started spitting fire. The fire was called The New Gods, Mister Miracle, Jimmy Olsen and Forever People. Books as important to comics as Lennon’s POB album was to rock. Books that opened new doors, set new standards, did things that comics had never dared to do before. New Gods was clearly the most focused, perhaps the best of the bunch; Mister Miracle offered the most flat-out fun; Jimmy Olsen was as wonderfully bizarre, in its way, as those Silver Age stories that featured Jimmy turning into aliens, werewolves and giant turtles. Forever People—which featured Kirby’s cosmic hippies, the embodiment of youth and naivete, idealism and dreams—was my personal favorite; encapsulating, as it did, Kirby’s (and my own) hope for the future. True, the dialogue in these stories was sometimes awkward—but dialogue was never Kirby’s forte. Story-telling was. Spirit was. Vision was. And these stories had them all. They ran, they rambled, they surprised, they exploded. (The language often did the same thing: the dialogue, as noted, may have been clunky, but Kirby’s prose was also so wildly passionate, so utterly idiosyncratic, that it achieved a kind of mad poetic grandeur.)

There seemed no definite beginning, middle, or end; there was just the constant search, the quest for an intangible something that could never be defined. The characters themselves couldn’t be called three dimensional, in the conventional sense, but they existed in a dimension all their own. Orion and Lightray, Scott and Barda, Big Bear, Serafin, Desaad and, perhaps the greatest villain in the history of comic books, Darkseid: these were people that I, as a reader, cared passionately about. I enjoyed their company—and looked forward to their evolution. Unfortunately, for reasons that I’ve never heard adequately explained, that evolution was cut short. With the exception of Mister Miracle (which staggered on for several more issues), all the “Fourth World” titles were axed.

But you can’t kill a dream—and these stories live on, resonating not just through the DC Universe but all of popular culture. The word genius is one that’s often overused, and cheapened by that overuse, but if the comic book business has ever produced a genius, Jack Kirby was it: a genius who taught me that keeping my eyes wide, focused both on the limitless heavens and the infinite universes within the human heart, is the surest way to creating stories that matter.

The “Fourth World” saga was unquestionably Kirby's magnum opus. If you’ve read it before, I urge you to read it again. If you haven’t read it, I urge you to put aside your preconceptions, grab the first volume of the Fourth World Omnibus and surrender to one of the 20th Century’s master storytellers.

©copyright 2026 J.M. DeMatteis

SHAZAM!

Director Dan Riba and I join James Enstall and my favorite Wonder Woman, Susan Eisenberg, to discuss the Justice League Unlimited episode "Clash"—which features a classic battle between Superman and Captain Marvel. It's one of my favorites among the multiple JLU episodes I wrote.

You can listen below. Enjoy!

RAY DAY 2026

Tomorrow is Ray Bradbury’s birthday, but I thought I'd start the celebration early.

I’ve written about Bradbury many times here at Creation Point and, rather than try to rephrase the same thoughts, I offer up a tapestry of selected passages from previous posts. Happy Ray Day!

 

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As I've made clear many times, there are few people on the face of the planet who have influenced and, more important, inspired me as much as the great Ray Bradbury. Reading a classic Bradbury short story or essay on creativity, immersing myself in his novels (especially Dandelion Wine, one of the most glorious and magical books ever written), is an experience that strips away the layers of what I call the CNN Reality—the voices of Doom and Naysaying Cynicism that seek to tell us that we're small and helpless, ordinary and afraid—and opens our hearts and minds to a deeper, truer, more joyful reality:  one where life is sacred, creativity is an expression of pure delight and the universe is viewed with eyes of innocence and wonder.  Bradbury's words set fire to my soul decades ago and they still do the same today.

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People call Bradbury a science-fiction writer, a fantasist, but I don’t think either label applies.  He’s a preacher, a rhapsodist, an interfaith—no, interdimensional—minister.  I’ve rarely encountered anyone who more eloquently encapsulates the sheer sacred joy of life.  When I read a Bradbury story, I not only want to race to the computer and create literary wonders of my own—the greatest gift a fellow writer can give you—I want to race out the door and up the street with my arms wide, embracing the entire universe.

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Reading Bradbury—opening your mind and heart to that unique voice, that amazing spirit—it’s as if the author himself arrives at your house.  The door bursts opens, nearly flying off its hinges, and Ray races into the room, enveloping you in a bear hug—nearly cracking your ribs—spinning you around in circles as he bellows with laughter and perhaps sheds a tear or two, touched, as he is, by this reunion.  He’s a one-man Imagination pantheon, an explosion of gods and goddesses, each one with a unique story to tell.  You get him to sit down for a minute or two, have a sip of wine, but he’s soon up on his feet, dragging you to the window, pointing to the clouds, the moon, the stars...the whole wide universe.  You watch in wonder and delight as Bradbury reaches out, wraps his arms around God, yanks him down to earth and kisses Him full on the mouth.  

When Ray’s done, when he’s given his last oratory, spun his last tale, he crushes you in another bear-hug then races out the door, leaving you utterly exhausted, inspired—and grateful to be alive.

 

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Here’s a passage from Bradbury’s essay “Predicting the Past, Remembering the Future” that, for me, boils the man down to his cosmic essence: 

My own belief is that the universe exists as a miracle and that we have been born here to witness and celebrate.  We wonder at our purpose for living.  Our purpose is to perceive the fantastic.  Why have a universe if there is no audience?

 

We are that audience.

 

We are here to see and touch, describe and move.  Our job, then, is to occupy ourselves with paying back the gift.

 

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Read Bradbury.  Listen to Bradbury.  Unfold your soul and let his words wash over you.  If you're a budding writer, he'll fill you with burning passion for your chosen field.  If you're an old hand like me, he'll make you feel like a newborn, just beginning on the most miraculous path God ever created.  And if you're not a writer, I suspect he'll touch and move you in surprising ways that will echo on through your heart—and through your life.

 

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The writers that matter most to us become our dearest friends and companions. I’ve traveled the universes with my friend Ray for the majority of my life and, with luck, I'll keep traveling with him for years to come. 

 

©copyright 2026 J.M. DeMatteis

CLOSE ENCOUNTERS OF THE SUPERMAN KIND

As under-the-radar projects of mine go, this one's really obscure: Superman—The Kansas Sighting. Call it a fusion of my love of UFOlogy and my love of the Man of Steel. This excellent video (which is part essay/part audio comic) takes a deep dive into the story. I'd forgotten most of the details, so watching this was almost like experiencing it for the first time, which made it great fun.

If memory serves, The Kansas Sighting originally appeared as two 48 page prestige format issues. I would love to see DC Comics reprint it.

BATMAN MEETS KRAVEN

I talk to the gang at the Capes and Lunatics podcast about Batman: Caped Crusader, the Kraven What If? story...and many other things. You can listen below. Enjoy!

OUR FAVORITE REDHEAD

One more summer release, on sale tomorrow: Mary Jane: Face It, Tiger is a one-shot anthology celebrating 60 years of one of comics most dynamic and memorable female characters. My story—beautifully illustrated by Andrea Broccardo—picks up on a plot element from my second Spectacular Spider-Man run, as MJ deals with the fallout of her confrontation with the Chameleon. You can see the list of other contributors below. I'm delighted to be in such impressive company. 

If you're an MJ fan—I have to say it—you've just hit the jackpot. 

CRUSADING

Tomorrow is the day when the long-awaited second season of Batman: Caped Crusader arrives on Amazon Prime. My episode—I believe it's the fifth in the season—is called "The Spectral Hand" and it's a Christmas tale, but this being Gotham don't expect angels and hot chocolate. This one gets very strange. 

Hope you all enjoy my contribution—and the entire season from Bruce Timm, James Tucker, Geoff Thorne and the whole Bat-crew.

HIS MIGHTY SHIELD

Had a great chat with the guys at the Captain America Fans Podcast—talking about Cap, the Kraven What If?, Rocket Rewind, and much more. You can watch it below.

Enjoy!

POST-GALACTIC

A great weekend at Galaxycon Raleigh—meeting heartfelt fans, seeing old friends (like Bob Budiansky, Ralph Macchio (the editor, not the Karate Kid), Ron Marz and more) and, best of all, hanging out with my beautiful daughter (and brilliant booth assistant), Katie.

Next up, in September: DragonCon and FanX Salt Lake.  There might be one more convention later in the year, but that's still up in the air.

TOMORROW!

Two books coming tomorrow from Marvel:  What If...? Spider-Man—with extraordinary art by Yildiray Cinar—which revisits Kraven's Last Hunt and asks the question "What if Kraven survived his last hunt?"...

..and Rocket Rewind, which features the first ever meeting of Rocket Raccoon and his progenitor Rocky Raccoon. (Read the story and you'll understand.) This wonderfully absurd tale is perfectly illustrated by my old friend and collaborator Shawn McManus.

Hope you enjoy them both!

THIS WEEK!

It's almost time for GalaxyCon Raleigh! As the hipsters (well, the ones from the 1950s) say: "Be there or be square!"

UNDERGROUND

Had an interesting chat with the guys at the Illustrated Underground Podcast, talking about everything from my work back in the 80s to my recent time travel novel Dark Future. You can watch it below. Enjoy!

END OF AN ERA

The word is out (via The Hollywood Reporter) that Marvel Comics is leaving New York and moving to Los Angeles.

Back in the 1980s and 90s, a trip to the Marvel offices usually meant I’d be spending the entire day there—not just discussing work with my editors, but catching up on our lives, discussing (to purloin a phrase) life, the universe, and everything with an extraordinary editorial staff that included Danny Fingeroth, Tom DeFalco, Mark Gruenwald, Mike Carlin, Bob Budiansky, Carl Potts, Ann Nocenti, Glenn Greenberg, Eric Fein, and many more. These folks weren't just my editors, they were friends—and the Marvel office was a kind of home away from home. (The same was true of the Distinguished Competition. I'd often spend one day at Marvel, another at DC. Different faces, same vibe.)

Those offices were a place to work, but they were also places to hang out, meet up with fellow freelancers, goof around, share ideas. So much history, so many wonderful memories. Knowing both companies are gone from New York makes me sad.

I'm still working with Marvel all these years later. The current staff is a talented group of good people—and I send them all my very best as they wrestle with tough decisions in the months ahead.

Calling something the end of an era is a tired cliche, but, in this case, it's justified. Comic books and New York City have been synonymous since the dawn of the industry. Not anymore.

SILENCE DAY 2026

Wishing a happy, blessed Silence Day to my Meher Baba family around the world.

"Everything else may fail—Love never fails."—Avatar Meher Baba 

AMAZING!

The massive Amazing Spider-Man #1000 is coming your way in September and I've got a story—focusing on Peter Parker's tangled, traumatic relationship with the Osborn family—in the collection, illustrated by the great Humberto Ramos. If you could see Humberto's pencil art for this Goblin-centric tale, your eyes would pop out of your head (in the very best way).

Can't wait for everyone to read this one. For now, enjoy Humberto's variant cover!

Update: AIPT just released a preview page (minus lettering) for our story and you can see it below. Fantastic, isn't it?

WHAT THE IF?

I had a chat with the fine folks at CBR about my upcoming What If? tale that takes a new look at Kraven's Last Hunt. The amazing art (by Yildiray Cinar) and color (by Alex Sinclair) alone is worth the price of admission. You can read the article right here. 

MORE CAPED CRUSADER

The second season of Batman: Caped Crusader is coming to Amazon Prime Video on July 31st and you can watch the trailer below. What's my episode about? I've signed an NDA so I can't reveal a thing (beyond the fact that, y'know, Batman is in it), but you'll be able to see it soon enough. Here's to more Cape to come!

GOING GALACTIC

I've got two conventions coming up in July. First is GalaxyCon New Orleans (July 10—12) and then comes GalaxyCon Raleigh (July 23—26). For some reason I'm not listed on the GalaxyCon site for either convention, but I suspect that will be corrected shortly.

These will be my first cons of the year and I'm really looking forward to getting back out there and meeting the folks who read, and appreciate, my work.  

Update:  For reasons too complicated to get into here, I will not be at the New Orleans GalaxyCon. GalaxyCon Raleigh—July 23—26—is still a go. See you there, I hope! 

LEN DAY

The great Len Wein would have been 78 today. Here's an excerpt from a tribute to Len I wrote, and posted here, back in 2014.

We miss you, Len.

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When I first began working with Len, he was—despite being just past thirty—already a legend in the industry. This was the writer who, with the equally-legendary Bernie Wrightson, created the groundbreaking Swamp Thing series. Unless you were around when that book debuted, you can’t really grasp how truly revolutionary Swamp Thing was, how different from everything that had come before it. I remember being floored by the emotional power of the art, the pulp-poetry of the language and the big beating heart at the story’s core. You couldn’t read an issue of Swamp Thing without feeling something, without being moved.

If that series was all Len had done, his place in Comic Book Heaven would be secure, but he was also the guy who co-created Wolverine, one of the most successful, and popular, characters in the medium’s history... resurrected and revitalized the X-Men franchise...had memorable runs on everything from Justice League to Hulk, Batman to Spider-Man...and, oh, yes, was editor-in-chief of Marvel Comics along the way. Len could do slam-bang superhero adventure with the best of them, but the hallmark of a Wein story wasn’t the action, it was that aforementioned beating heart. All of Len’s best work was marked by a deep humanity and a profound compassion.

Which is why, when I entered his office in the spring of 1979, I counted myself among the lucky ones: I didn’t realize just how lucky until I got to know Len. There are some writers whose work you admire, but then you meet them and it’s impossible to make the leap from the words on the page to the person across the table: there seems to be some great cosmic disconnect—and, yes, a great disappointment, as well. (It’s unfair to expect a writer or actor or musician to somehow be the embodiment his art—the work alone should be more than enough—but we hope for it nonetheless.) With Len, though, the man and the work were one. He was just like his stories: charming, funny, eloquent and all heart. He extended that heart to me. There wasn’t a hint of self-importance to the man. His editing style was warm and welcoming. He taught through encouragement, enthusiasm. Even if he didn’t like a particular story—and, believe me, some of my early scripts were massively flawed—he never eviscerated the work, never bullied: just found a gentle way to guide me out of the morass of my own inexperience and onto solid creative ground.

In a very short time, Len became not just my editor, but my friend and first real mentor in the comic book business. He saw a spark of something special in my stories and, through his patient guidance, helped fan that spark into a flame. There I was, an insecure, working class kid from Brooklyn, uncertain of my own talent, wondering if I could carve a career for myself in this wonderful, and hugely peculiar, business—and there was The Legendary Len Wein providing the answer: “If you want it, you absolutely can.”

You can’t put a price on that.

THRILLS!

Got my copies of Thrilling Adventure Yarns 2026 and the book looks great. If you missed the Kickstarter and want to read short fiction by me, Steven Grant, Paul Kupperberg, Alisa Kwitney, editor Bob Greenberger, and many more, hop over to Amazon. The book releases in July. Hope you come along for the ride.

RETURN OF THE CAPED CRUSADER

Looks like the premiere date for Season Two of Batman: Caped Crusader has finally been announced. Happy to have contributed to the new season. (And, no, I can't reveal what my episode is about.)

You can read more details and see some promotional art here.

PROPOSITIONS

Had a fun chat with Chris Schnabel of the Mad Props podcast, talking about music, the creative process, Spider-Man, and other things. Enjoy!

1994

A short one to let you know that the collected edition of Spider-Man '94 is on sale now. (If you want to read a review of the book, just hop over to AIPT for an enthusiastic thumbs up.) No official word from Marvel regarding a return to the '94 universe but—with or without my participation—I hope they do.  

And while I have your attention, let me point you to this announcement, heralding the coming of Amazing Spider-Man #1000. Very happy to be part of the celebration.

Thank you. That is all.

KRAVEN COMES ALIVE

Came across this on YouTube: a full-cast motion comic adaptation of Kraven's Last Hunt. I was very impressed with this and I think you will be, too. Congratulations to the folks who created and performed this adaptation. You did a fantastic job.

COMING UP

Some fun projects coming up this summer from Marvel, starting with the Rocket Racoon 50th anniversary anthology, Rocket Rewind. I've contributed a story, illustrated by my brilliant buddy Shawn McManus, that both pays tribute to, and actually interacts with, the character's 1970s origin tale by Bill Mantlo and the late, great Keith Giffen. The book goes to sale July 31st.

On sale the same day is What If? Spider-Man—which asks the question: "What if Kraven survived his last hunt?" (I vaguely remember that old Kraven tale, but I don''t recall who wrote it.) The art, by Yildiray Cinar, knocked my proverbial socks off—and I suspect you'll have a similar reaction. This one-shot is part of Marvel's celebration of 50 years of What If?

And finally, on sale in August, is a celebration (yes, another one!) of one of Marvel's greatest characters, Mary Jane Watson, who debuted in Amazing Spider-Man 60 years ago.  Mary Jane—Face it, Tiger features a story of mine, beautifully illustrated by Andrea Broccardo, that looks back at a pivotal moment for MJ, inspired by a story from my second Spectacular Spider-Man run.

Collect 'em all! (If you're so inclined!)

THE GAME'S AFOOT!

I recently wrote an introduction to Joel Meadows and Andy Bennett's excellent Sherlock Holmes reinvention, Sherlock Holmes and the Empire Builders—and you can read it below.  (And if you want to buy the book, just click here.) 

Growing up in New York City in the 1960s, the classic Sherlock Holmes films starring Basil Rathbone (with his deerstalker hat, raptorial features, and unerring intellect) and Nigel Bruce (stuttering, bumbling, and unfailingly loyal) seemed to be playing perpetually on our local TV stations, as omnipresent on weekend mornings as Abbott and Costello and the Bowery Boys. Rathbone and Bruce were my introduction to Holmes, a character who’s had an extraordinarily long life since he first emerged from the fertile imagination of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. Like Batman, Superman, and James Bond, Holmes has far outlived his creator, assuming a kind of immortality, constantly resurrected and reinvented for new generations. We’ve seen innumerable literary incarnations (from life-long Sherlockian Nicholas Meyer to, of all people, Stephen King), movie interpretations (from the traditional Rathbone to the more anarchic Robert Downey, Jr.), and multiple TV incarnations (my favorite being Steven Moffat and Mark Gattis’s brilliant Sherlock). And we would never have had Hercule Poirot, Miss Marple, Lieutenant Columbo, Benoi Blanc, and dozens of other quirky, ingenious detectives had Doyle and Holmes not been there first.

The beauty of an iconic character like Sherlock Holmes (“iconic” is a word that’s painfully overused these days, but in Holmes’ case, it’s appropriate) is that the template is so sturdy, with roots so deep and strong, it invites constant reinvention. You can bend and twist Holmes in dozens of directions and, as long as you’re true to the character’s essence, he won’t break. (We know, instantly, when someone has violated that essence and turn swiftly away.) Which is why writers are constantly returning to Doyle’s world, ready to bring what they hope will be a new and unique perspective to Holmes’s adventures.

That said, given the overcrowded ocean of Holmesiana out there, it takes a considerable amount of courage to stride into those waters and launch yet another version of the character, to believe you have something singular to say. Which makes the work of Joel Meadows and Andy Bennett even more impressive.

Their Holmes is grittier, harder edged, and the world he strides through, with his customary confidence (some might call it arrogance), is darker: a steampunk universe of violence and corruption. Meadows’s script rockets along with impressive speed and apparent ease (I say “apparent” because I know how much hard work goes into making a story’s flow seem effortless), providing the expected, and often unexpected, twists and turns one wants in a Holmes tale. In Meadows’s hands Sherlock Holmes—nearly 140 years old, way past retirement age—feels fresh, new, exciting, and that is no small feat.

But comics are a collaborative medium and the best script in the world will die on the vine without the right artist to bring it to life. I’ve learned, over the years, that I could hand the same script to five different artists and get five different stories back. A comic book artist is constantly making choices—about “camera” angles, body language, panel to panel flow—and the right artist can raise my story up to places I never dreamed, while the wrong one can tear it apart, leaving it in incomprehensible fragments. Meadows’s collaborator Andy Bennett brings this adventure to vibrant life with rock solid storytelling, powerful emotion, and fine linework reminiscent of a woodcut. The art feels simultaneously modern and Victorian, a perfect blend. (I’m especially fond of Bennett’s striking full page illustrations, like the wonderful shot where we see biplanes and dirigibles flying over London.) That the story is in black and white seems appropriate, carrying me back to those New York weekend mornings, stretched out in front of the television, watching Rathbone and Bruce solve mystery after mystery.

And now it’s time for you to stretch out, perhaps light up an imaginary pipe, and enjoy this engaging tale. A brand-new game is afoot, but only Meadows and Bennett know how it will end. Relax, enjoy. You’re in good hands.

THRILLS!

If you missed the Kickstarter for the Thrilling Adventure Yarns anthology a while back, you can now preorder the book at Amazon. TAY features short stories by me, Steven Grant, Alisa Kwitney, Max Alan Collins, Paul Kupperberg, and many more. Edited by my old pal, and former DC Comics editor, the erudite and charming Bob Greenberger. It's a great collection and well worth your time.

AT THE CROSSROADS

Had an amazing time talking to my old friend Dr. David Tully and his co-host Deema Maghalseh for their Crossroads podcast. We took a deep dive into my new book Dark Future, my comics and television work, and the need for tales of spirituality and hope in dark times. You can hear our conversation here (or wherever you listen to your favorite podcasts). Enjoy!

A JUSTICE LEAGUE MIRACLE

I return to the Justice League Revisited podcast to discuss my Mr. Miracle-centric Justice League Unlimited episode "The Ties That Bind" with my favorite Wonder Woman, Susan Eisenberg, and the ever-amiable James Enstall: a perfect excuse to celebrate the genius of Jack Kirby. You can listen below. Enjoy!

CON TIME!

My first convention of the season—GalaxyCon Richmond—is coming up (March 19—22) and I'm happy to be returning to Virginia for the first time in seven years.  

I've got four more conventions set for 2026: GalaxyCon New Orleans (July 10—12), GalaxyCon Raleigh (July 23—26), DragonCon (September 4—7), and FanX Salt Lake (September 24—26).  Might be more added to the list before the year is out.

Come join us!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, AVATAR MEHER BABA

 

"To penetrate into the essence of all being and significance and to release the fragrance of that inner attainment for the guidance and benefit of others, by expressing, in the world of forms, truth, love, purity and beauty — this is the sole game which has intrinsic and absolute worth. All other happenings, incidents and attainments in themselves can have no lasting importance."—Avatar Meher Baba

MORE SHENANIGANS

I return to the Comics Shenanigans podcast where host Adam Chapman and I take a deep dive into my new novel, Dark Future. We also have an in depth discussion about the just-concluded Spider-Man '94. You can listen right here. Enjoy!