Jonathan Hickman is a jerk.
Not really. I’ve never met him. But as comic writers go, no one is as consistently smart as Hickman. It’s infuriating. With his new Image Comics series, The Manhattan Projects, Hickman deftly finds a way to blend the poetry of Einstein’s Dreams, the absurdity of comic book science, and the fragility of American history. It shouldn’t really possible. If you’re an aspiring writer it’s like declaring your intention to play in the show one day with Roger Clemens hurling steroid-infused meatballs straight past your flailing arms.