M.E. O'Neill

M.E. O’Neill was born in the wilds of north central Wisconsin in the shadow of a Chippewa Indian reservation and grew up among dairy farmers, lumber jacks, and toe-less ice fisherman.  After obtaining a law degree from Yale University and a PhD in English literature, he has served as a prosecutor, a defense attorney, and a professor of English literature, his first love.  

He’s also milked cows, laid block, defended capital-eligible criminals, worked as a landscaper, programmed the first on-line thesaurus, and taught English to German nationals. He’s lived on the east coast, the Midwest, and now, the Nevada desert—and sandwiched in between he did a couple of years in Germany and Ireland.

He has a deep love for mystery and suspense novels, hidden histories, and the arcane and esoteric.  Literary fiction has sustained him in dark times. And as an ardent fan of, and shareholder in, the Green Bay Packers, he knows the highs and lows of fandom. 

He also passed a lie detector test involving an incident where he saw Santa Claus flying over his house in a sleigh pulled by nine reindeer–with Rudolph’s blinking red nose in the lead. One of the high points in his life was to become friends with the late, great Steve Ditko who, along with Stan Lee, opened the doors to worlds he could only ever imagine and taught him that “with great power comes great responsibility.”