Still, I was irrationally excited when I saw that Spidey 2099 was coming back, and I was actually thrilled that David was in the driver’s seat. Despite the fact that Gambit numbers amongst my favorite characters, I had to jump ship on David’s recent X-Factor series because it was, well, meh. Peter David is sort of like the Blur of comic book writers for me-I’ve been aware of him, and occasionally I’ve dug something he’s done, but, by and large, we both just kind of do our things, and we’re both fine with our paths not crossing all that much.
Also, Marvel hits the nostalgia button hard, dropping Spidey 2099 into the midst of the excellent Superior Spider-Man, an appearance that was apparently well received enough to prompt the launch of a brand-new Spidey 2099 title written by co-creator Peter David. Everything old is new again (editor’s note: except for the writer of this “review”)-Full House is back on TV, Fred Savage is back in primetime, and Jem and the Holograms are bombing at the multiplex. Spider-Man 2099 was the best of the bunch, which wasn’t necessarily saying much, but I found it consistently entertaining.įast forward 20+ years. 13-year-old me was hardly a discerning arbiter of quality (see, for example, my music collection (cassette tapes, no less) that included MC Hammer, the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles 2 soundtrack (“Go ninja, go ninja, go ninja, go! GO GO GO GO! Ninja, ninja RAP!), and multiple Weird Al Yankovic albums), but I recollect the 2099 line being a bit hit-or-miss-X-Men 2099 was decent, while the Stan Lee-penned Ravage 2099 was execrable (sorry, Stan…you know I love you, but that was a festering mountain of crapulence). The flagship character of that line? None other than Spider-Man 2099-not the Peter Parker that we all know and love, of course, but, rather, Miguel O’Hara, the head of the genetics program at the evil Alchemax Corporation.
Marvel Comics, with that boy very much in mind, launches the shiny-covered 2099 line of comics, intended to present the “official” future of the Marvel U 100+ years in the future, a steampunk dystopia run by massive corporate conglomerates. A 13-year-old boy has yet to figure out what girls are for (editor’s note: said boy is now 36 and is pretty sure their primary purpose is to ridicule him, which is probably a pretty reasonable raison d’etre), spends a lot of time inhaling the scent of freshly printed comics, and thinks the neon rubber bands they just invented for his braces are the height of cool (editor’s note: now you see why the fairer sex found, and continues to find, this boy an object of ridicule).
Warning: I’m about to go all Sophia from Golden Girls.
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