This issue of The Amazing Spider-Man—issue #700—had a February 2013 publication date but actually appeared on the stands at the end of December 2012. It was the conclusion of the “Dying Wish” storyline, which had Peter Parker and Dr. Octopus in some kind of Freaky Friday situation, swapping bodies. It was also the last issue of that particular volume of the series.
Or was it?
The magazine stopped publication for a time after the publication of issue #700. The Spider-Man story continued with a new title, The Superior Spider-Man. But, about a year later, the Amazing Spider-Man returned for five issues, numbered 700.1 through 700.5. Then the title was relaunched in 2014 with a new #1 issue. It was relaunched again in 2015 (there was a lot of this going on), and at some point went back to the original numbering. Then, another relaunch in 2018, another issue #1, and it may have returned to the original numbering scheme again. Comic books have grown increasingly complicated in the Twenty-first Century.
So, it’s sort of an important issue, I guess. I just checked on-line and found out it’s worth up to $100, depending on its condition. I think it had a $6.99 cover price in 2013, so that’s not a bad return on investment.
I’ve included it here because this is Post #700 for me, and I enjoy self-congratulations. I needed something with the number 700 attached to it as a gimmick for the post, something maybe I could even write about in more detail, and I didn’t want to write about Pat Robertson and The 700 Club.
Televangelists don’t inspire me as much as a fictional nerd bitten by a radioactive spider.
I’ve never owned Amazing Spider-Man #700, however. In fact, thumbing through the cover art, I’d have to say the last Spider-Man comic book I purchased was somewhere around issue #200.
Honestly, I was never a regular reader of any Spider-Man title. I’d pick one up occasionally, but I don’t believe I ever purchased consecutive issues after the 1970s. I was a huge Avengers and Fantastic Four fan, and then The Uncanny X-Men, especially during the Claremont/Byrne run. While I’ve always loved the character Spider-Man, I always thought he was at his best as the co-star of a comic, as in his Marvel Team-Up days.
I read the original Lee/Ditko stories, of course. In reprints. I remember Gwen Stacy’s death, but never owned that particular issue (the story is told a lot throughout the series). Browsing through the covers at coverbrowser.com, it looks like I may have once owned 30 issues, max. That’s not a lot.
I did buy the noncanonical one-shot DC/Marvel crossover Superman Vs. The Amazing Spider-Man: The Battle of the Century in 1976. It had that great Ross Andru cover that must have been the best thing about it, because I don’t recall the book itself at all.
My feelings about Superman were similar to those about Spider-Man. His solo stuff was probably my least favorite (although I did enjoy a lot during the Curt Swan days).
My intention was to talk about Spider-Man memories in this post, but I seem to be doing nothing but making excuses for why I didn’t own more Spider-Man comic books. I was a fan of the 1966 cartoon with the famous theme song. I liked Spider-Man on The Electric Company. I even watched the late ’70s live-action television series with Nicholas Hammond. Yeah, it could have been better, but it was the best we could get at the time. I watched all the Tobey McGuire movies, and all the Tom Holland movies (so far). I’ve somehow skipped the Andrew Garfields. My bona fides as a Spider-Man fan are pretty solid, I think.
Is Spider-Man my favorite superhero? No. Depending upon what day you ask me, that’s probably Batman or Wolverine. But, he’s among my favorites, for sure.
Of course, I was just using him as a signpost for my 700th post today. Yay, me!!
‘Nuff said, True Believer!