We’ve
spent so much time with Superman
this week that I couldn’t resist a look into a book I picked up at the New York Historical Society’s
exhibition, Superheroes in Gotham. It is Superman:
The War Years 1938-1945, edited by comics historian Roy Thomas. It is, in short,
terrific.
This
deluxe, coffee table book has design style to spare, and one has to get past
how wonderful looking it is before making any effort to read it. It may be crammed with kid’s stuff, but it’s
glorious kid’s stuff, and can by savored by all and sundry without any shame.
The War
Years collects about 20 comics, mostly culled from Action Comics and Superman,
along with covers, comic strips and even some ads. All of this is divided into four sections,
each with an introductory essay by Thomas, putting the tales in their
historical context.
The
comics themselves are great fun. The art
would be considered crude by today’s standards, but it had an energy and brio
that is sadly missing from today’s product.
Some of the stories are drawn by Superman co-creator Joe Schuster, and this steely-eyed,
square-jawed avenger is quite a change from the softer, more sensitive Superman
of today. Other artists included in this
collection are Ed Dobrotka, Fred Ray and Wayne Boring, each of whom brings something unique to the table.
The real
challenge for Superman’s writers during the 1940s is how to position a near
god-like figure who can do no wrong in the context of a world conflict, without
having him in some way resolve it. Included
here is the classic strip where Clark Kent fails his enlistment eye-test,
thanks to his reading the chart in the next room. In other stories, the Man of Steel explicitly
states that he did not join the world war because America’s soldiers could do
the job without him, and he was better utilized fighting saboteurs and
scientifically-created monsters at home.
This, of course, is simply another example of how America at the time
prized the concept of the Everyman, the average American Joe who was equal to
most any occasion. This figure – so
central to the American psyche of the time – has been lost, thanks largely to
Identity Politics, Political Correctness, and other cancerous notions born of
the 1960s. In the 1940s, Superman was a
projection of our best selves, in 2016, he is a tragic reminder of what we once
were.
The
Superman found in these pages – so soon after his creation – is part social
reformer (Kent is a militant FDR
Democrat), and part super-soldier. He
pulls no punches, and the stories are stronger for that. Also fascinating is Lois Lane. While Feminism
would like to claim that images of strong women did not exist before the likes of
Gloria Steinem, Lane was a
strong-minded career woman who was Superman’s equal in nearly every
department. Talented, smart, fearless
and adventuresome, Lane is another reminder of perhaps how we had it right
before the social upheavals of the 1960s.
While the
comics and others materials are themselves quite wonderful, the other great
delight of this book (other than its champion design) is the commentary by
Thomas. Informative, casual, and
complicit with the reader, he pulls off a wonderful balancing act of great
insight and lack of pretention. The
whole book is a fun read, and Thomas is an important part of the experience.
Highly
Recommended!
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