A review by crookedtreehouse
Wolverine: Origin by Paul Jenkins

2.0

There are certain backstories in comics and literature that are alluded to, that should probably never be told. Coming up with an intriguing origin story for a character who spent about forty years not knowing his past is very risky. And, in this case, it didn't pay off.

Less an origin story, and more a ticking-of-boxes to explain things we already know about the character, Wolverine Origin is...boring. Told from the perspective of a young girl sent to be a companion to a constantly ill child, James Howlett, the future Logan, nothing about rings true. It's got all the classic tropes of a nineteenth century class struggle: a sickly rich boy, a violent lower class employee, child abuse, generational conflict centered around an angry old men who, on his deathbed, finally regrets all of his lifechoices. It reads less than a superhero origin, and more like a story Mark Twain wrote on a napkin, and had the common sense to throw away.

Let Wolverine's origin remain a mystery, and avoid this retcon.