Super Goat Man, a new short story by Jonathan Lethem, is available for your reading pleasure on The New Yorker site:
When Super Goat Man moved into the commune on our street, I was ten years old. Though I liked superheroes, I wasnâ€™t familiar with Super Goat Man. His presence didnâ€™t mean much to me or to the other kids in the neighborhood. For us, as we ran and screamed and played our secret games on the sidewalk, Super Goat Man was only another of the guys who sat on stoops in sleeveless undershirts on hot summer days, watching the slow progress of life on the block. The two little fleshy horns on his forehead didnâ€™t make him especially interesting. We werenâ€™t struck by his fall from grace, out of the world of comic-book heroes, among which he had been at best a minor star, to land here in Cobble Hill, Brooklyn, in a single room in what was basically a dorm for college dropouts, a hippie group shelter, any more than we were by the tufts of extra hair at his throat and behind his ears. We had eyes only for Spider-Man and Batman in those days, superheroes in two dimensions, with lunchboxes and television shows and theme songs. Super Goat Man had none of those.