The Clone Sage Killed Spider-Man, and Marvel Comics let it.
Having just now finished the entire original run of The Amazing Spider-Man. I think I have pinpointed the moment. The exact INSTANT that Spider-Man as a story, an evolving tale about Peter Parker and his grappling with great power and great responsibility, his loves and loses, his valleys and triumphs. Died.
Because make no mistake, for the first three decades of this comic. I saw it. I saw why Peter Parker became and has remained one of the most famous and beloved fictional characters in the world. Starting out as a kid who thinks the whole world is easily understood, only to get kicked in the stomach by life when it reaches its dirty fingers into his peace and pulls it apart. Having to pick himself up after trauma, battle to find what responsibility even IS in a world that only gets more complicated and untrustworthy as you get older. Having to find the people that matter, having to find the places to draw his lines in the sand.
Finding love, and happiness, and peace, and GROWTH as the world throws him blow after blow. It's inspired. It's dynamic. It keeps you guessing. The best soap opera ever written as we see this young man and the people he loves drag every ounce of happiness they can find out of hell with their teeth.
And then. They chickened out.
The fanboyism seeped in. The nostalgia seeped in. You bet your ASS the misogyny seeped in. Suddenly writers saw Mary Jane not as an asset to storytelling, as a partner and confidante who could carry her own emotions. But as a wet blanket nag that got in the way of Peter's adventuring. The idea of his science career stumbled and shattered over and over again. May Parker finally having to move on, one more price exacted from Peter in a world he could not control was raised from the dead so that Peter could nestle right back in under her shadow like a man refusing to move out his parents' basement.
Writers took Peter Parker, a character who had never grown moss, who had never stayed in the same place for 3 issues in a row. And they nailed his feet to the floor. More than that they started to DRAG him backwards. Never to roam far from the Daily Bugle, from his Aunt May's house, from the terrible dirge of being a go nowhere, do nothing Spider-Man. Ben Reilly, a character whose story salvaged from the Clone Saga would have given Spider-Man his own Nightwing. A perfect COMPLIMENT to Peter's story to give an outlet to all those adolescent "dreams" was buried so that they could enforce the status quo on Peter instead because so long as nothing CHANGES then no one in the writer's chair could POSSIBLY get spooked by having to imagine what a stable man with a family, a heart and a brain might do in Peter's shoes.
And now the cycle is never ending. A skipping record that no one dares to reset. Every six months they retcon, they reboot, they rob, they bring characters back just to traumatize and brutalize them because Peter Parker is never allowed a moment's peace. The baptisms of fire that unlocked the gates into the next steps of his journey being replaced by a purgatory where the suffering remains but all possible gates are closed, locked and barred.
I saw it. I saw what we could have had. I can't even IMAGINE where we could be standing now, 30 years on if the next steps had continued to come. But I saw its outline, like a shadow against the dawn. I saw the light in front of us, felt it graze our fingertips. And then saw it snatched from us by creators and businessmen too cowardly to rock the boat out of the muddy rut we can all see it sinking in.
Maybe one day someone will break that chain. Put the wedding band back on his finger and the baby girl back in his arms.
As of this moment. I'd have choked if I was still holding my breath.
Let's hope the next story we read from the House of Ideas has a happier ending.