This was the cover that prompted me to buy
my first issue of DC’s Mystery in Space
featuring Adam Strange — No. 68, cover-dated June 1961.
The Carmine Infantino-Murphy Anderson
scene showed a horned alien tiger springing even as a colorful rocket-belted
hero with a ray gun was teleported away, leaving a damsel in distress. Much too
much to resist.
And inside, even more! The issue
introduced Strange’s recurring foes the Dust Devils — sentient, sinister, semi-anthropomorphic
whirlwinds perfectly designed to inhabit the dreamlike mental landscape of a
6-year-old. And they weren’t even the main menace on the playbill. That role was
reserved for Kaskor, a mastermind from Ranagar.
Adam Strange was the
thinking man’s superhero of the late 1950s, rendered with a sleek, space-age
elegance by Infantino and written with a reassuring respect for intelligence by
Gardner Fox.
I always liked him, but I was an adult
before it suddenly dawned on me that Adam Strange was conceived as an exact thematic
mirror-reversal of the same company’s flagship character, Superman.
Instead of a man sent to Earth from an
exotic planet to act as a savior with his superhuman powers, we have a man sent
to an exotic planet from Earth to act as a savior with his human powers.
Superman overcomes all obstacles with his
superior physical powers, but Adam Strange has none. Thanks to his access to
alien technology, he does have a rocket belt and a ray gun, but they provide
little or no help to Strange in fending off the overwhelming alien menaces that
appear whenever he returns to visit his sweetheart on the planet Rann.
Lacking Superman’s brawn, Adam Strange
relies solely on his brain, reasoning his way out of every dilemma, no matter
how difficult. This celebration of scientifically
grounded reason and flexible critical thinking is sorely needed today, in
dumbed-down, shoot-first, rant-and-rave 21st
century America. But for that very reason, nobody is now interested in Adam
Strange.
More’s the pity.
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