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Farewell To A True Artist’s Champion

Yesterday we got the sad news that artists agent Allen Spiegel, who represented the likes of Jon J Muth, Kent Williams and Dave McKean and whose company Allen Spiegel Fine Arts was a regular fixture at San Diego Comic-Con for many years, has just passed away. Here’s a few tributes from artists in the comics industry…

“Goodbye to the great Allen Spiegel.

This is a tough one as there is so much to say and no idea quite how to say it.

When I was a kid (18? 19?) he was the first non-teacher to show any real interest in my artwork–And (unlike any of my teachers) he actually KNEW my heroes–Jeff Jones, Wrightson–He was a link to that world I so much wanted to be a part of. He was not REALLY an art dealer but he did buy a lot of my very (I shudder to think) artwork–not for it’s value I’m sure but as a way to encourage me. Once I became a working professional we drifted apart but eventually he set up his ALLEN SPIEGEL FINE ARTS booth at the San Diego con, just around the corner from where I would set up–So once a year we would meet and catch up–Not a lot but he was always a friendly face from days gone by. Very glad we got to see him this year and chat a little–I knew he wasn’t well but certainly never imagined it would be the last time I would see him.

Rest well, sir. I owe you a lot and I’m afraid I never told you that. You always think there’s going to be more time.” -Mike Mignola

“Allen Spiegel, our Uncle, has passed away peacefully in his sleep.

Known to many simply as Spiegel (or to some as Owl), he was, at his core, a collector: Of comic books, of art, of stories, of people. I say OUR Uncle above, because as much as he was “ours”, Allen was an uncle, and was family to so many who will miss him as much as we will.

Allen was larger than life, and contained multitudes and multiverses within him.

He loved playing the tough Brooklyn kid to some, but built a life and community of friends, all characters, in the post-hippy beauty and calm of Pacific Grove.

He’d affect that old school Brooklyn gangster scowl one moment, telling someone who had committed some perceived injustice to screw off; then would be softly mentoring an unknown artist, or checking in on a friend.

He set the bar as the “silly” Uncle for Emily Zoback Silverman and me: A character from a book, he would blow in from out of town with his ridiculous ponytail, waking up after noon, growling like a bear as he stumbled up the stairs. He would make up voices on the phone as the Birthday Fairy; invent silly songs on road trips about his “nephew Scott, who sits on the pot.”; he couldn’t remember his own sister’s birthday, but would never let anyone forget that his niece didn’t like being woken up from a nap when she was 8. He pushed Scott into midtown NY traffic (‘Ya don’t know how to jaywalk???”); only to pull him back from getting hit by a bus, and then told him to thank him for saving his life. A meeting at Scholastic books followed.

An offer from him to take you to dinner after a cross-country flight to Monterey could mean he was paying for a five-course meal and drinks; or a Costco hot dog; or a rotisserie chicken sitting on his counter for a time indeterminate. All seemed entirely natural in his labyrinthian mind.

He made outrageous claims, like he invented the grilled cheese sandwich, and told the most incredible stories, some of them true, most of them embellished, none told the exact same way twice, but every time told with conviction. We can’t wait to tell, and hear and rehear some of those stories…and there will be time for that.

Much as his favorite superheroes, Allen was a constant champion of the underdog – which for him, manifested in his day job as a teacher for 4 decades: He taught generations of students on the margins; pioneered the use of comic books and graphic novels as reading aids; and NEVER (never) tired of passing on life lessons to anyone within earshot.

But his passion was the world he built around the Allen Spiegel Fine Arts business over 50 years. He often talked about himself as a “connector” or a “facilitator” in the art and publishing world. And though that is true, he was more of a creator than he would acknowledge.

There are whole universes of stories, and books, and art that wouldn’t exist without him. Without the singular combination of bullheaded persistence and fabulist dreaming that only he possessed. His legacy will partially be in that work that he played a role in shepherding, as it will be in the couples who are together, kids who were born, and careers that exist…because of Spiegel.

He helped steer or shape the careers of so many young artists (and others in publishing); several became part of the “Official” ASFA family over the years. He was their brother and uncle too.

There is a lot of poetry that Allen died 10 days after San Diego Comic Con, his summer “home” for over 40 years, where he was surrounded by his art and his friends, and was able to accept an award this year on behalf of Jeff Catherine Jones. Some people go on vacation; Allen built his year around his Cons. (And holy shit was I thrilled when he finally invited me into that universe to work with him 16 year ago!)

There are a million stories to tell from that world alone (and please do!), but needless to say, the family/community/world that Allen created and that revolves around Allen Spiegel Fine Arts is embodied in that annual gathering. He revelled in the dinners with a mix of old friends and just-met strangers; the portfolio reviews of nervous students; the chance to add to his ever growing collections…and maybe he would sell some art in the process.

You never knew who you were going to run into when you were around Allen in San Diego or another convention. Big shot and no-shot producers, directors, actors, writers, artists, editors, fans, collectors all came to pay tribute, to say hi, to work the booth, to get Allen’s unique take on something. (Cue Guillermo del Toro swooping in, in a Luchador mask, in a perfect del Toro accent – “Tell Allen I love him, and I miss him very much!”…exit: Del Toro, and SCENE.)

We will all miss Allen. His wit. His stubbornness. His kindness and his generosity and his mercurial moments and his vision and his entirely backwards, yet always (ok, usually) effective way of getting things done. The way he would say something entirely unlikely…and then it would f-in come true.

Final arrangements will be posted, but Allen will be buried near his sister, our mom, who he missed every single day since her passing last year. We will be planning a separate memorial in the PG area in the near future for his circle there, as well as some sort of tribute at next year’s Comic Con.

Make something new today in his honor.

And then share stories, share love.” Scott Zoback, his nephew

Artist David Mack offered his own tribute on his wall on Facebook too:

“We lost our dear friend ALLEN SPIEGEL 1949–2023.

He was art rep to Dave Mckean, Kent Williams, Jon Muth, Barron Storey, & myself for many years. I’m stunned. I heard the news from Bill Sienkiewicz early this morning & Kent Williams called me on the phone. It was emotional for us. I had so many long conversations with Allen over the years. (since 1997) On the phone & at personal dinners in cities all over at art openings for Kent, & Jon, & Barron, & more.
I was grateful to see him at this SDCC, and that Dave Mckean was there to see him. And that Barron Storey was there this year. There were so many years of him giving advice, or calling out of the blue just to talk. He asked to see all of my contracts to give his advice on. Film, comics, tv, etc. He showed my children’s book THE SHY CREATURES to publishers & got it published at McMillan. My first kids book. He made that happen just by showing them my KABUKI book that had the kids book inside it, and they made it a book of its own. Alan inspired us all in so many ways and championed our work, and created a safe space for so many of us. He connected many of us. Thank you.
Photo of myself, Allen Speigel, Barron Storey (Hall of Fame Legendary illustrator & teacher), & Thomas Negovan of Century Guild who kindly shared this photo of when Alan introduced us.”

From artist Greg Ruth on Facebook:

“@allenspiegel was as much family to me as family could be to anyone. It’s hard to fully capture how lovely, bullheaded, ridiculous and brilliant it was to know and work with him all these years.

I owe him everything I am today. He helped ignite and support the careers of so many artists and creatives like Dave McKean, Kent Williams, Jon J Muth, Phil Hale, George Pratt and myself among so many others. He helped me navigate terrible times, and celebrate impossible victories. I couldn’t have gotten here without him, and it’s hard to imagine going forward that way. Godspeed, brother. It was a gift to know you, and to share 26+ years together in art. I will never be able to thank you enough for everything you were and are to me. I will miss you forever.”

Walt Simonson offered his own tribute to him:

“Deeply saddened to learn that Allen Spiegel has caught the last train out. Allen liked to think of himself as a ‘facilitator’ for artists, cutting their deals and getting them work. Among other things. He also masterminded Allen Spiegel Fine Arts that husbanded and published the finer artists amongst us. A friend for many years, he joined us for at least one of our big family holidays, Thanksgiving or Christmas, along with everybody else. I think we had to bring picnic tables in from the terrace outdoors in order to have enough room for us all. Always a delight; always smart about so many things. Saw him once more at the last San Diego Comic Con we were at, 2018 or 2019. Already, I can’t remember. But he had a large table/booth filled with all sorts of cool stuff, and was as always a wonderful presence there and a highlight of the con. Thank you for your friendship, Allen. Godspeed.”

Charles Kochman, editor-in-chief Abrams, had this to say about him:

“ALLEN SPIEGEL 1949–2023

It’s a sad day in comics as news spreads about the passing of Allen Spiegel, a giant in our industry and a dear friend for over 30 years.
Allen founded Allen Spiegel Fine Arts (ASFA) in 1971, and for over 50 years has been shepherding and championing the careers of some of the greatest illustrators of our time. His was a murderer’s row of clients—Jon J Muth, David McKean, KENT WILLIAMS, George Pratt, David Mack, John VanFleet, Scott Morse, and Greg Ruth—to name just a few. His nephew Scott Zoback said it best, “There are whole universes of stories, and books, and art that wouldn’t exist without him. Without the singular combination of bullheaded persistence and fabulist dreaming that only he possessed. His legacy will partially be in that work that he played a role in shepherding, as it will be in the couples who are together, kids who were born, and careers that exist . . . because of Spiegel.”
Allen was a godfather, of sorts. At least, he played the role of one. Like me, he was a Jew from Brooklyn who attended Brooklyn College (albeit decades apart), and wielded his Brooklyn as needed. When I came to Abrams in 2005, Allen took my new art director aside and made it clear he and I were friends, saying, “If you give Charlie a hard time, I will give you a hard time. Understood?”
Every year since 1993 at Comic-Con in San Diego, booth number 4701 was one of the first stops I made, saying hello and kissing Allen’s ring (figuratively at first, but in later years literally). It was because of Der Spiegel, as I called him, that I got to meet and work with so many creators whose work I admired, but it was his family—his sister Ronni, and her kids Scott and Emily Zoback Silverman—who became dear friends and confidants.
In 2008, one of the titles that led to the creation of the ComicArts imprint the following year was the graphic novel M by Jon J Muth. Getting to work with J on the book was an honor and an incredible experience, only to be eclipsed by our becoming friends. The book was a “production nightmare,” as we pulled it together from film and transparencies (four huge boxes were sent to our office from his storage facility, each containing bits and pieces of film, four layers for each page, many of which were incomplete, and some water damaged). Its digital reconstruction pushed the limits of what Abrams was able to do at the time, but it was worth it, as the book is a work of genius that needed to be reprinted and published in one volume. And it could not have happened without Allen, who, by charm and sheer force of will, believed in me before I had the track record to show what could be done at a publishing house new to comics. Allen makes a cameo in the book as the mob boss, and he was thrilled that we featured him on the back cover. It was only fitting.
It was through Allen that I got to meet and become friends with Ethan Hawke when they were shopping around his graphic novel INDEH with Greg Ruth. In 2018, when I was looking for an editor to join me at Abrams, Allen recommended—i.e.: told me—that I needed to hire a young editor named Charlotte Emily Greenbaum. So I did, and she helped transform our ComicArts imprint with her acquisitions, including two titles that won three Eisner Awards this year (thank you, Charlotte . . . and thank you, Allen, for the “shidduch”).
Allen lived in Pacific Grove, California, and was such a special friend we even visited with him while on our honeymoon in Carmel. He took us along the Pacific Coast and to the Aquarium in Monterey, showing off their jellyfish and inviting us into his home to watch the sunset from his front porch, as one eccentric neighbor after another stopped by to pick up or drop things off like the cast of some ‘70s TV show.
In 2019, a human centipede of Spiegel-related friends and artists gathered to celebrate his 70th birthday in San Diego. I was honored to attend and sit next to him. This past SDCC we had dinner with his nephew Scott on Wednesday night at Lou & Mickey’s. Allen looked tired, but better than he did last year. And we had a great evening catching up, talking about our roster of friends and raising a glass to his sister Ronni, whose passing in March 2022 he never quite recovered from. On Friday morning, Allen was going to accept the Eisner Hall of Fame Award on behalf of Catherine Jones, whom he first knew as Jeff Jones. Allen was worried about her pronouns, not wanting anyone to feel he was being disrespectful if he referred to her as Jeff. Ultimately, he used them interchangeably, his speech gracious and on point. “She was at her best when she was creating. She was charming and funny and melancholy . . . and I think she leaves behind a true legacy. A real legacy. Thank you, on behalf of Jeff. Catherine was an incredible woman and was always in flux and always brilliant.”
I texted Allen and Scott late Thursday night but never heard back. I didn’t think much of it until I got the call yesterday letting me know Allen passed. “It’s possible your text did him in,” Scott said (I have that effect on people). My last words to him were an expression of love, letting him know it was great to see him a week ago in San Diego. I have no regrets–we spoke freely about how we felt about each other over the years. We even paused when we said goodbye in San Diego, nodding an understanding that as we get older every hug could be the last.
Rest in peace, Der Spiegel. I was really looking forward to seeing you this fall when I come out to Santa Rosa. I will still visit you, taking in the jellyfish in Monterey, and stopping off in Pacific Grove to pay my respects and watch the sunset in your honor, only this time by myself. So much has changed over the years. But I can’t thank you enough for all you did for me and on behalf of our community of Misfit Toys. I may be Charlie-in-the-Box on our little island, but you were King Moonracer, and godfather of us all.”
Photos below courtesy of Allen Spiegel Fine Arts Facebook Page
Everyone here at Tripwire offers his friends and family our deepest condolences.