What’s annoying about the (relatively) recent relaunch of the JSA is what’s annoying about all ongoing superhero comics.
It always seems to be really building, building, building to something, but it never quite gets there.
In this collection there’s an interesting tangent concerning the Batson family and the reemergence of Black Adam, but once that slugs itself out it is simply dropped. The continuing A-story lumbers on – a self-referential bit of business, mostly about just who should be allowed in this new JSA.
Still, there is an indescribable charm in seeing young Stargirl complain about her braces as Grandfatherly Jay Garrick gives her a mock-punch in the arm. And Alan Scott in a paper birthday party hat.
I read this stuff just before I fade off to sleep in my bed, once my wife is already in the Land of Nod and can’t judge me.
