Fascinated though I was by Superman when I was a small boy in the late 1950s, I had no idea where he came from.
My grandmother helped me out with
that, recounting Superman’s origin for me — the doomed planet, that poor vulnerable
infant in the rocket, the kindly Kents and their adopted son who could haul
wagons like a team of horses and find lost objects by peering through hay
stacks. She’d seen the story only once, a dozen years before in the 1948 movie
serial Superman, but remembered it all vividly.
Interesting to note that in the
1948 serial, young Clark Kent saves his foster father from a tornado. But in
the 2013 film Man of Steel, he deliberately
lets him die in one. Times, as they say, have changed.
Superman (as an adult or as
Superboy) was featured in seven DC titles at the time — Action Comics, Superman, World’s Finest, Superman’s Girl Friend Lois
Lane, Superman’s Pal Jimmy Olsen, Superboy and Adventure Comics — yet
information on his early years remained oddly hard to come by.
Even when DC began reprinting
Superman’s adventures in the first giant 25-cent annual in 1960, the 1930s and
1940s stories were ignored. Superman editor Mort Weisinger said that was
because the art was “crude,” but I suspect it was in fact because the
legendarily unfair and nasty Weisinger was trying to erase Superman’s creators,
Jerry Siegel and Joe Shuster, from history.
So I didn’t start seeing
Superman’s earliest adventures until about 1965, when cartoonist Jules Feiffer
published his hardcover revelation, The
Great Comic Book Heroes. There, among other wonders, was the complete
account of how Superman saved the Valleyho Dam from a flood in Action Comics 5 (Oct. 1938).
And yes, the art may have been
crude, but it was vital and dynamic in a way that the polished, static Silver Age
Superman stories were not (as some wag once said, Superman stories had started
to look as if they were being drawn in a bank).
Red cape streaming like a banner, Superman
sprang, sped, soared, smashed, in constant exciting motion like the Marvel heroes
who were about to overtake DC in popularity. He was not the omnipotent, blandly
benign figure he’d evolved into by the 1950s. He couldn’t fly, he could be
hurt, but you’d better get the hell out of his way.
Clearly an FDR-inspired socialist
crusader spawned by the Great Depression, Superman was impatient with injustice
and contemptuous of the compromised police. He dramatically deposed dictators, occasionally
killing criminals without apparent regret, hurling wife beaters into walls and
the owners of dangerous mines straight down into them. He dealt brusquely with
Lois Lane and she loved him for it, just as she perversely (but typically) despised
Clark Kent for adoring her.
The early Superman lived up to his
name, a character of such emphatic momentum that walls, guns, tanks, planes,
decades and even centuries could not stop him.
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