It’s a puzzle almost worthy of the Queen of Mystery.
Why is someone sabotaging the works of Agatha Christie?
Christie is the mostly widely published writer in the world, selling more than 2 billion books worldwide, second only to the Bible and Shakespeare, according to her publisher William Morrow.
But for a writer so lucrative, why is William Morrow doing such a criminally poor job showcasing Christie’s work?
Girl reporter Lois Lane is in a pickle.
She wants to interview the residents of Little Africa – Metropolis’ answer to Harlem – but none of them will talk to her, and she thinks it’s because of the color of her skin.
Rather than do what most journalists would do, that is, build relationships with community leaders to win trust, Lois decides she must become black.
What some reporters won’t do to make a deadline.
The Legion of Super-Heroes is finally returning to mainstream DC continuity. To celebrate the return of the 30th century’s most powerful teenagers, hop in the Wayback Machine for a tale DC probably would just as soon like to forget.
“Secret Origins,” you may recall, was DC’s go-to title for the untold tales of the roots of DC’s cavalcade of champions. Apparently, when you run out of heroes, you create an all-headquarters issue, because there’s nothing more exciting than drywall, construction dust and the smell of sweet, sweet blueprints.
Mmm … blueprints …
Continue reading “This Legion ‘Secret Origins’ Story is Secretly Horrifying”
When it comes to rogues, no hero can match Batman.
Among his greatest, most dastardly opponents, the Dark Knight has faced:
– that harlequin of hate, the Joker.
– Ra’s al Ghul, the head of the League of Assassins.
– Bane, the breaker of bones.
– and, of course, Mr. Polka-Dot.
Uh. Wait. What now who now when now?
Continue reading “That Time Batman Fought His Dottiest Foe Ever”
A baffling email popped up in my inbox.
The subject line read: “Buyer Refund – Case Resolution – Response Required.”
The message landed as a priority alert, with an angry red exclamation point.
The return address was “service@paypal.com” – at least, that’s how it appeared in my inbox.
But there was something strange about this.
