| Author | Topic: 80's Superman |
| KEV-EL Member |
 posted February
10, 2002 05:38 PM  
Well the thing for me is this... I already had this basic discussion with Lildeath... He is unable to view anything in the context in which it was presented or written... I was reading those 60's/70's & 80"s books "hot off the presses"... It hardly mattered or even occured to me to compare them against what had come before... They are after all, only Superhero comics. Here's another mistake he continually falls into... He simply wants Superman comics to be something they aren't now and were never really intended to be... You compare them to Marvels more mature lines from those (and even from theses times) and they will fail... They were not written for the same market... It’s comparing Apples and Oranges… His argument may have some valid points but that is only because he judges the books against what we have today... And I don't believe it’s really fair... Sure there were some great stories in those days (I know, I was there and read them) but really Lildeath, go get your 80's X-Men books and compare them with what they put out now on those titles... They seldom match up face to face with current production values AND the maturity levels of the writing and stories that simply weren't possible 20 years ago... I think you'll find if you look hard enough you will find that the stuff we get now is as bad or worse as the anything put out Pre-Crisis... There is no argument that we live in great times when it comes to the creativity and to some extent, maturity level in comics... But I'm not willing to throw the baby out with the bathwater... Using Lildeath's Context/shmontext argument, Chuck Berry, Little Richard, Buddy Holly, Elvis and even the Beatles are crap compared to the musicians and sounds of today... The lyrics are “corny” the production values are limited and the good god, Records?!?!? But in my mind, it’s impossible to find or make better rock music… I loved the 80’s stuff for what it is… It wasn’t pretending to be or even trying to be anything more than what it was... This is a far cry from much of the crap we get today… Ask Frank Miller... ------------------ I have (more than likely) been dispatched by Justin Peeler ® IP: Logged |
| Aldous Member |
posted February
13, 2002 01:05 AM
quote: You're making perfect sense here, Kev. Kinda reminds me of a friend of mine not so long ago who criticised my affection for the Don Siegel film "Dirty Harry" (1971). He thinks it is so dated and slow and boring compared to the great modern action movies (yeah - like what?)... It's neither slow nor boring and not really so dated. It's firmly based in fantasy, but it has a tangible grittiness and sharpness that is sorely missing from the "great modern action movies". But anyway... Yeah. Apples and oranges. You're quite right. But, Kev, tell me what you think here - I feel it takes a certain amount of maturity to appreciate a work of art in the context in which it was originally created and presented. That's not to say the old Superman comics aren't great today. They are great, in any era, in or out of "context". They still stack up (no pun intended). I'm living in 2002 but I like Superman comics from the early 70s. There's your proof. You mention 80s X-Men. I was very keen on Claremont's X-Men in the 80s. I have been a fan of 70s Superman and 80s X-Men both. To compare them for "realism" (duhh-h) is crazy and unnecessary. Fans who make such comparisons are trying a spurious argument to somehow justify their personal preferences (which is hardly necessary). It was India Ink, I think, who said, "I like what I like." I just want to add that I really appreciate you and India Ink and the other guys who have a genuine affection for the good old stuff - and who I can argue with and either agree or disagree with yet still keep that sort of friendship and good humour. Aldous IP: Logged |
| Aldous Member |
posted February
13, 2002 02:18 AM
Quotes from India Ink....
quote: Yes, of course there are stories inked by Frank I really like.
quote: I had no idea about this, India. Can you fill out some details, briefly? I'm always interested to hear a little real-life history of artists, writers, etc.
quote: Well, maybe... but, for me, he's great in practically every instance except for when inked by Frank - generally speaking. Which is why I brought it up. But my comic collection is nowhere near as comprehensive as yours by the sound of it. So "I only know what I know".
quote: For me, better than standard fare. A superior artist of the time.
quote: Yes. It's good stuff.
quote: Hell, no. Again, I hardly need to say, it's my opinion - I like Byrne's work. I like Miller's art a bit less - I don't think he's all that great (as an artist). Even added together, they fall far short of someone like Neal Adams. That's true for me no matter what era you slot Neal's work into. They are just not in the same league, either as draughtsmen or as regards the expression of emotion.
quote: That's what being a fan is all about. IP: Logged |
| India
Ink Member |
posted February
15, 2002 11:43 PM
I don't remember too much about Chiaramonte. One day soon, hopefully, I'll get round to reading the Pasko issues and I'll look through the lettercolumns to see if there's any info there. But I don't remember that we were ever told how he died. I just remember the feeling of shock and disappointment. I also recall that for a while before that it was unpredictable as to who we'd end up with on any given Superman issue. Oksner had gone, and a number of different inkers were embellishing Curt. So Frank, a permanent reliable inker, seemed like a breath of fresh air at the time. Although probably Dan Adkins (who also did some inking around this time) was a bit better, more seasoned, than Frank. I wasn't trying to make a statement about who is definitely a great artist. I was just throwing out names to offer a point of comparison. The fact is, other than special projects, Neal Adams wasn't around in the mainstream comics, from about 1975 onward. The same goes for a lot of the other much admired artists from the early seventies--Barry Windsor Smith, Berni Wrightson, Michael Wm Kaluta--all had gone on to work in other areas where presumably they could make more money. There wasn't enough money in the mainstream comics to keep most professional artists happy. Murphy Anderson also left around this time. So in the latter half of the seventies we had mostly young artists who were developing their style. Guys like Byrne, Miller, Perez, Rogers, Grell. Some of these guys got good real fast--some took a long time to get good if they ever did. But most produced uneven--unprofessional--work. And most didn't ape the Adams or the Wrightson style. Probably because these styles were too hard to ape for inexperienced artists. There were guys like Rich Buckler and Mike Nasser who did a good job of aping Neal Adams, but I was looking at a Buckler comic yesterday and I noticed how bad some panels are while others are fantastic. Which is the problem with aping somone like Adams. The steals are great, but everything else doesn't match up. It's a lot easier to aim not so high. So it's easier to do less finished stilted figures, if that's your style throughout the book. Against this backdrop of artists who managed to impress fans with specacular florishes, but unprofessional work--we had a few seasoned pros like Swan and Novick and Aparo who were consistent in their style. You might object to their style in the first place--and at that point I can only throw up my hands, since it's impossible to debate the merits when one refuses to even appreciate the stylistic approach--but the fact is these guys always produced the same style in every panel in a given story--there were no clunkers that stood out like a sore thumb. But I remember reading in a lettercolumn in the early eighties that Curt Swan was working with someone to try develop a new approach to his layout style that would suit the tastes of the time. This made me absolutely cringe. Swan, one of the great layout men, trying to force a change to his style simply because a bunch of pimply fanboys couldn't appreciate great art when they saw it! Schaffenberger puts the lie to this whole idea of art being current with the times. I admire Curt Swan for his desire to keep up with the times, but I admire Schaffenberger for the sureness of his style. A Schaffenberger work of art is good because it's good. Artists shouldn't try to draw like the latest fad. They should develop a clear vision of what they want to express with their style and then stick with that. It seems a great theft that we should have lost any Swan artwork not because Swan was too old to draw it but fans were unwilling to see it. IP: Logged |
| India
Ink Member |
posted February
15, 2002 11:57 PM
Oh--at the risk of being overly longwinded--none of that was why I originally hit reply. I wanted to point out that while in hindsight we might decide that a certain artstyle was great, that's not how our minds always work when we read these funny books. I was looking at some old Gold Keys and Charltons and I was struck by the absolute hack bad art there was in some of these books, published at the same time that Joe Kubert or Gene Colan or Curt Swan or John Romita were doing professional work for DC and Marvel. Yet I also remember loving the stories therein. So what right do I have to really say that the art was bad? Yes it was bad by my mature appraising standards--but it did the job. I understood the story, I was drawn into the story, I had happy memories of the story. Which is all one should expect of a comic in the end. The fact that Superman comics have almost always had artwork that achieves some higher level is a nice plus, but it's not the only thing or the most important thing about those comics. If we had fun, that's enough. IP: Logged |
| Aldous Member |
posted February
16, 2002 12:41 AM
quote: Well, that's the big question. Do you remain true to your vision, or do you change as best you can to try to be "in"? As an artist myself, this becomes a very important question. Curt Swan never had to change to be great. By the 80s his reputation as one of the all-time great comic book artists was assured and fully deserved. Looking at what you wrote above, it's not the fact that Curt wanted to try something different to remain hip that bothers me... it's the fact that he may have been prepared to be led around by the nose - "working with someone to try to develop a new approach..." Who the hell was he "working with"? An artist of his own calibre? Probably not. And I am with you on this - **cringe**
quote: I like these little sayings of yours. Very simple and true, sort of tautological.
quote: Yes. But we will always have the rich body of his work to enjoy. No one can take away his body of past work. It is always there. Does anyone look in on the Green Lantern thread? I love Hal-GL... there is a sort of war going on between the fans of Hal and the fans of the new GL. The Hal fans want Hal Jordan back as GL - presumably because they want to read comics starring Hal as GL! I am a Silver-Age GL fan... and if I want to read Hal as GL, then I will! The great old stuff is all there to be read! No one can take it away. It's like The Beatles (whom I also love).... the body of great work is always there to enjoy. So that's kind of what I meant about Curt. I really enjoy your posts, India. IP: Logged |
| Aldous Member |
posted February
17, 2002 11:58 PM
Action #507 & #508 1980 Story: Cary Bates I read this again last night, for the first time in many many years, and I was actually touched by the story. Cary Bates must have either been a father at the time he wrote this, or
he must have appreciated his own father, because the pathos here is real
and hard to miss. It is a very good story, and very well told. The writer
did a great job in bringing the emotions to life. (There's even a good-ol'
traditional DC "choke" in there. I'm not a big fan of Frank inking Curt, but the artists handled Jonathan in quite a sensitive manner. Good job all around. IP: Logged |
| fredflinstonedino Member |
posted February
18, 2002 10:36 AM
quote: I think we all did. IP: Logged |
| India
Ink Member |
posted February
27, 2002 08:01 PM
You know I've been looking through my Superman and Action mags from the late seventies and early eighties and I can find nothing to substantiate anything that I said earlier. For one thing, Chiaramonte was a regular inker (usually over Swan) on the Super-books between 1977 and 1982. Much longer than I remembered--seemed like he was only around for a year or two in my poor memory. And for another thing, I can find no mention sofar in any lettercolumns or other columns that I've seen in my researches that say anything about Chiaramonte dying, or just why he suddenly departed the DC ranks. But suddenly he did go. He seemed to be THE inker in good standing on the Super books, and then the next month he wasn't. With Dave Hunt mainly taking over his duties. And I don't know of any comics for DC or their competition that Frank worked on after his sudden departure. So it seems like he did make a break from the world of comics. I suspect I'm right, sadly, that Frank did die back then. I'm probably just not remembering the facts correctly--like where I saw mention of his passing, and such. Anyone with better knowledge, please pipe up and let me know. I'll have more to say about the actual work of Frank (or Francisco) and others from those days--as a result of some of my reading of late--eventually, once I've gone through a few more books. IP: Logged |
| India
Ink Member |
posted March 02,
2002 04:22 PM
There are times when there's no good in being right... The announcement of Frank Chiaramonte's passing appeared in a box at the end of Dick Giordano's "Meanwhile..." column in the August 1983 issues of DC comics. Here is that announcement as it was printed in Superman 386: "DC staffers and free-lancers alike were shocked and saddened to learn of the death of Frank Chiaramonte on January 28th. He died of cancer at age 40. DC and Marvel fans knew Frank best for his work as an inker, notably on Curt Swan's Superman pencils and Mike Ploog's Werewolf By Night. Most fans were less aware of his work on P.S. magazine an illustrated monthly maintenance manual for the army which he did regularly since coming to this country from Cuba in 1967. "Frank brought a high level of professionalism, skill and dedictaion to his work and he was a quiet, yet personable, gentle man. He will be missed by those who knew and worked with him." IP: Logged |
| India
Ink Member |
posted March 02,
2002 04:46 PM
Rather than concentrating on the ongoing series from the eighties, I thought I would have a look at some of the mini-series that were published in those years (and a one-shot for charity). So over the past week I've perused these notables: 1. World of Krypton--3 issues (July-Sept. '79); writer: Paul Kupperberg; artists: Howard Chaykin and Murphy Anderson (on 1&2), Chaykin and Chiaramonte (on 3); editor: E. Nelson Bridwell. 2. (Superman presents the) Krypton Chronicles--3 issues (Sept.-Nov. '81); writer: Bridwell; artists: Swan and Chiaramonte; editor: Julius Schwartz. 3. (Superman presents the) Phantom Zone--4 issues (Jan.-April '82); writer: Steve Gerber; artists: Gene Colan and Tony DeZuniga; editor: Dick Giordano. 4. Superman: The Secret Years--4 issues (Feb.'85-May '85); writer: Bob Rozakis; artists: Swan and Kurt Schaffenberger; editor: Schwartz. 5. (Superman and Batman 6. Lois Lane ("When It's Raining, God is Crying!")--2 issues, 48 pages (Aug-Sept. '86); writer: Mindy Newell; artist: Gray Morrow; editor: Greenberger. IP: Logged |
| India
Ink Member |
posted March 02,
2002 05:45 PM
Fuhget about the happy face up there it wasn't part of the title--I fuhgot to disable the friggin smilies--mumble, mumble... Although it appeared in the seventies, in '79, this mini sets the stage for a lot of things in other series. While credited to writer Paul Kupperberg, I detect the presence of editor ENB throughout this series, shaping the plot, giving the needed reference material, providing linguistic and factual help, probably even guiding the artists in the construction of scenes. This mini isn't really about the "World of Krypton." It doesn't take on such a monumental task. Instead it concentrates on the life of one Kryptonian--albeit next to Kal-El and Kara Zor-El probably the most well-documented life of any Kryptonian--that being Superman's father, Jor-El. In this one concise chronology, Kupperberg and Bridwell bring together all the scattered tales of Jor-El that had been published over the years, subtracting any contradictory tales from the lot, so that the reader comes away with a clear understanding of the major moments and achievements in Jor-El's life. Rather than using Superman's super-memory to recall Krypton (a device that had been used by other chroniclers at the risk of straining our credulity), the set-up for this series has Superman viewing his father's "mindtapes." As the Last Son of Krypton explains on the first page: "The rocket which carried me here opened a space-warp between Krypton and Earth--which explains the appearance of so many Kryptonian artifacts around the planet....like this tape I found on the moon--" And the series is littered with such explanations and factoids about Krypton that must have been generated from the brilliantly organizing mind of E. Nelson Bridwell. For instance, did you know that 18 Krypton years = 25 Earth years (of course, when you think about it it makes sense, being a larger planet Krypton must be further from its sun than Earth is from Sol, thus it takes longer for the planet to journey around Rao). There are names given for all the months and Kryptonian words pepper the dialogue (like "moliom" the word used when addressing a member of the science council). This is where the mini-series succeeds, although I wish Bridwell had been good enough to give references for all the comics that this chronology derives from, but in its overarching concern for detailing all the anecdotes of Jor-El's life the series doesn't devote enough time to the man himself. What made him tick? Why does Lara love him so much that's she's willing to make the ultimate sacrifice for him--where's the "Paul and Linda" lovestory behind this "Wingspan?" As for the artwork, like the story, it's a mixed bag. Even though I haven't liked much of anything Chaykin has written in the last twenty years (I did like Thrillkillers, however), I'd have to say he is one of the best artists doing comics today (when he does find the time to actually draw). And in 1972, I read and loved his artwork on "Iron Wolf" in Wierd Worlds, which like his contemporaries in the early seventies, Walt Simonson and Mike Kaluta, had a lot of razzle-dazzle that compensated for his lack of technical skill. But World of Krypton offers us neither the raw talent of young Chaykin or the professional work of mature Chaykin. Instead it tries to be Curt Swan! Possibly at the urging of Bridwell, Chaykin swipes freely from Swan throughout the 3 issues. There are panels lifted directly from Swan. And it helps that Jor-El is Superman's double. Just copy Superman's face put a headband on him and--voila!--Jor-El. With Anderson inking you could almost swear at times that you're seeing an actual Swanderson page. And maybe you are--for instance page 9 of issue 2 lifts the final 3 panels (layout and all) from page 13 in "The Origin of Superman" (by Bridwell/Infantino/Swan/Anderson, first printed in the 1973 [i]Amazing World of Superman: Metropolis Edition[i] and elsewhere since then). This is the scene where young Jor-El (actually Jor-El II) comes to the bed of his dying father (Superman's grandfather, Jor-El I)--it's a moving scene, except it's swiped from the scene where young Clark comes to the bed of his dying father, Jonathan Kent! The holes in the artwork only show through when Chaykin and Anderson illustrate the secondary characters (ie. characters that go beyond the Swan swipe-file) or where Chaykin has to make up his own poses--in which case while wearing the Swanderson heads these figure look very awkward, like Ken dolls with limited arm movement. Once Chiaramonte is inking, in issue 3, the pretense is almost gone. There are scenes that genuinely look like good Swan, but Frank is still new to the Superman Family. He doesn't have Murphy's experience, gained from inking so many Swan pencils, so he can't make Chaykin look good. And while I might seem critical here, I hasten to add that I don't fault Chaykin on this. He gave us, the readers, what we wanted. Since Swan was the main artist on most of the Jor-El stories from which this chronicle derives, it's a good thing that we get to see the Swan version here as well. Chaykin did the best he could given his skill at the time. IP: Logged |
| India
Ink Member |
posted March 02,
2002 06:47 PM
2. Krypton Chronicles Rather than documenting the life of one person, this series endeavours to explore Kryptonian history over ten thousand years! As a story it's much better than the previous series, although it's still mainly a series of anecdotes. The set-up is longer and much more involved providing lots of entertainment. Y'see, Morgan Edge has been looking at the Nielson's for "Roots" and "Shogun" and he wants the same kinda ratings bonanza for Galaxy. The dialogue between Perry and Clark on the elevator to Edge's office is priceless, as is the sparring between Perry and Morgan. Poor Clark--because everyone knows he's been a good friend of Superman's since their days in Smallville-- he lands the task of writing the book that will serve as the source for Galaxy's mini-series epic: "The Krypton Chronicles!" By the time of this story Kandor has been enlarged and its citizens are now living on a Krypton-like planet rotating around a red sun, but dimensionally removed from our cosmos--except at certain times of year when it's possible for Superman and Supergirl to venture there by rocketship (it all happened in the 40th anniversary issue of Superman, no. 338, August '79). Turns out this is one of those times of the year, and soon Kal-El and Kara Zor-El are off to stay with the relations (at least while the dimensional bridge lasts). By this time Frank Chiaramonte has been working on Swan's pencils for awhile, and it's a good fit. No longer does he approach the art like it's Mike Ploog, but rather his work makes me think of George Klein. Not as crisp and clear as Klein (although the bad printing from Spartan press in these years may have played a part), but still very evocative of those great tales from the early sixties written by Edmond Hamilton. Bridwell has outdone himself in putting together a well thought out history, language, and culture for his Krypton. Aiding us in this effort is a glossary at the back of each issue. Bridwell explains at the head of the glossary (for issue 1): "Before presenting the words and definitions, we'll give a few facts about Kryptonian language and names. "We have done our best to translate the Kryptonese words and names into the English alphabet, but this is not always easy, as the Kryptonese alphabet consists of 118 characters, each with a precise sound. A double letter indicates a strong emphasis on the sound. "Kryptonese plurals are created by adding an O to the word, as we add an S in English. Some are given below. "Kryptonian men used hyphenated names, like Jor-El and Jax-Ur, the last part of the name being the family name, or surname. Women used the father's full name as a surname, except for orphans such as Lesla-Lar (see her name in the listing below)." At the head of issue 2's glossary he adds: "There are also 11 characters for the numerical system. Their zero is used only for the purpose of indicating a zero, while 10 has special character of its own. Using the Roman X to stand for it, we could say that X=10, 1X=20, 2X=30, and so on. 100 is 9X, 101=X1, 110=XX, and 111 is the first three digit number. "The calendar is quite different from our own, since 18 Kryptonian years equal 25 Earth years. As the aging process was the same there, a Kryptonian was fully grown at the age of 15." Some tidbits from the glossaries: "ROKYN--The planet on which Kandor was enlarged. From RO = the possessive form of Rao + KYN = gift. Therefore 'Gift of God.'" "HATUAR--The Kryptonian word for ASBESTOS, named for Hatu-El." "JURU--A valley on the continent of Lurvan. The only part of the planet which was never explored." "WEGTHOR--One of Krypton's moons. It was destroyed when an experiment by the villain Jax-Ur went wrong, killing the people who had colonized Wegthor. The remains of this moon joined with space debris to form the rings around Krypton like those around Jupiter, Saturn, and Uranus." "WOLU--A Kryptonian 'hour' consisting of 100 DENDARO." "YUDA--One of the chief goddesses of ancient Krypton. She was the patron of love and also Krypton's two moons, which, when they seemed to come together in the night sky, were believed to represent marriage. Though her worship ended with the flood, she was remembered in folklore, and at one time a mechanical statue of her was used at certain festivities in Superman's home city, Kryptonopolis." "KRYPTONOPOLIS--The city of Superman's birth. Actually, this a rendering of the name in Earth language, using the Greek 'polis' (city). The original Kryptonian name is very difficult to pronounce. The city was founded by outcasts from Erkol, mutated by radiation during the Erkol-Xan war. Although they were strange in appearance--and had telekinetic powers--their offspring were normal." "LESLA-LAR--A Kryptonian who was Supergirl's double and became her enemy. An orphan, Lesla took a surname from the family of her best friend, Zora Vi-Lar. "OLIPHENT--A type of large animal domesticated and used as a beast of burden in ancient Urrika. Despite the similarity to our word 'elephant,' there was little resemblance to this Earth creature except that both are large. The Oliphent was not even a mammal, but a warm-blooded egg-laying creature. If, as some scientists now believe, dinosaurs were warm-blooded, they may have been something like the Oliphent." "RAO--In the mythology of ancient Krypton, the sun-god, who was deemed the chief of all gods. So great was the respect for the red sun of Krypton that any soldier of Erok's time automatically became an officer if he had red hair. When Jaf-El preached the worship of one god, he gave Him the name of Rao, though no longer identifying Him specifically with the sun. Note that in the wedding ceremony, the phrase used was 'Rao, who kindled the sun,' showing Him to be the sun's creator, but not the sun itself." IP: Logged |
| India
Ink Member |
posted March 02,
2002 08:17 PM
2. Krypton Chronicles (cont'd) The story tells about Superman's roots, ie. his ancestors. But rather than beginning at the beginning and proceeding forward the story goes backward. Superman learns about an earlier and earlier forebear as the series unfolds. The latest predecessors have left mindtapes in their statues (activated when a signifying object is placed in the hands of their statues). Mindtapes existed as a technology only recently. Earlier ancestors made voice recordings. But earlier still no such recordings existed, however Uncle Zor-El has a collection of headbands from the House of El, and he has fashioned an ingenius device to allow Superman to read residue memories left on the band of its owner. But for the ancient days no headbands are extant. So in the third issue, after Supergirl and Superman have made their escape from Rokyn before the dimensional bridge collapses, they return to the Fortress where Superman retrieves one of his own inventions. They then travel through a space-warp wormhole arriving at an area of space (by my own calculation, six to ten thousand light years away from where Krypton used to exist) and using this device they capture light rays that escaped from Krypton six to ten thousand years ago, moving around in space with this device to collect the light rays, which are then displayed on a viewing screen. Using their ability to read lips, and Kal-El's knowledge of ancient Kryptonese, they are able to peek in on key moments in the lives of their ancestors (although sometimes a person's back is turned, and the word balloons are blank). Needless to say, the result of all Clark's research was a runaway bestseller. As Morgan Edge says, "The TV writers are turning it into the biggest mini-series yet! It'll make Roots wither! Put it on in a sweep period and win top Nielsons for the year! Greg Reed's been signed to play the triple roles of Superman, Jor-El II, and Erok! It'll be an all-star cast! We'll go after Fonda, Hepburn, Richard Chamberlain. Say--I wonder if Heston would play the prophet Jaf-El...?" In addition to the glossaries in the three issues, issues 2 and 3 had centrespreads showing a Map of Krypton and the El family tree respectively. Running through some of the members of that tree, chronologically--starting that is with the last ancestor shown in the series--it all begins with Erok-El, who was the first to take a sirname, adding El to his name because the stars have shone favorably upon him (El meaning star) and naming his son Kal-El (Kal meaning child). The city named after him was also called Erok-El, but that became corrupted over the centuries and was called Erkol (the oldest city on Krypton). Erok united the tribes of the ancient continent of Urrika and became their Bethgar (ruler), taking Milia as his Bythgar (female version of Bethgar). And the Kryptonian calendar was dated from the day they were wed. Many generations followed after Kal-El, the second Bethgar, and some were good rulers while others like Wab-El and his son Vad-El were tyrants. Vad-El's brother Hyr-El fled from Erkol and fathered Jaf-El and Tio-El. Jaf-El preached belief in the one God and he made many prophesies, warning the people of a coming flood that would overrun all the land. His brother, Tio-El, understood all creatures of the land, and when the flood came the brothers and a band of followers mounted the backs of the wild "Winged Beasts," gentle creatures who delivered their riders to the top of Mount Mondru, on the continent of Twenx, west of Urrika. Bur-El was born several generations later, and he befriended Kil-Gor an inventor, who gained little respect in his own day. Bur-El married Wedna Kil-Gor, daughter of Kil-Gor, and he recorded the many inventions of his ingenius father-in-law. More generations followed, leading to the brothers Val-El and Tro-El. Val-El read about many of the inventions of Kil-Gor, including an idea which gave him a compass for exploration. He led an expedition of four ships east across the vast ocean of Dandahu to a new continent. Joining him on the voyage was his wayward brother, Tro-El, who would lead an unsuccessful mutiny against Val-El. The mutineers were put ashore on the island of Bokos, which became an island of pirates and thieves. Along the way the Val-El expedition discovered the inhabitants of Vathlo, a land of black skinned people. On the high seas, one of their ships was attacked by a Pryllgu (a kind of sea monster), and the captain of that ship--Ar-Go--went down with his vessel. Arriving on the new continent of Lurvan, they named their settlement after Ar-Go (thus Argo City, the birthplace of Kara Zor-El, Supergirl). Still later, Val-El led an expedition across land into the "eerie valley of Juru." And they were never seen again, nor anyone since who dared to travel to that mysterious place. Other generations followed, including Sul-El the astronomer who using the designs of Kil-Gor created a telescope and saw the coming invasion of the Vrang fleet from outer space. No one listened to his warning and the Vrang soon enslaved the Kryptonian people setting them to work mining the Jewel Mountains. Sul-El's son, Hatu-El was inspired by the brave youth Val-Lor who refused to be a hypocrate and defied the Vrang, and was killed on the spot by the heartless invading SoBs. Encouraged by Val-Lor's martyrdom, Hatu-El and a band of rebels organized the overthrow of their masters and sent Vrang butt packing back into space. More generations followed--Wir-El the inventor, Fedra Shu-El the legislator and her husband Thar-El the jurist, their son Plen-El the novelist. Eventually leading to the brothers Yu-El and Pir-El. Yu-El was a priest of the one God, while Pir-El was a general in the Final War. Pir-El's son, Tala-El brokered the deal that united the people under a scientocracy. And Gam-El, son of Pir-El, was the master architect who rebuilt the great city state of Kryptonopolis, which had been destroyed during the Final War. And generations after Gam-El came Var-El who begat Jor-El I, Kalya Var-El, and Zim-El. Jor-El II and Zor-El are the sons of Jor-El I and Nimda An-Dor. The evil Kru-El is the offspring of Zim-El and Byma Ruth-Ar. While Van-Zee is the son of Kalya Var-El and Nim-Zee. --------------------------- When I have some more time I'll review the other books on my reading
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3. Phantom Zone In the November 1962 issue of Superman, no. 157 ("The Super-Revenge of the Phantom Zone Prisoner), convicted for a crime he didn't commit, having served his twenty-five years, Quex-Ul was released from incarceration in the Phantom Zone. Having nursed his anger against the House of El for all those years--blaming Jor-El for his wrongful conviction--Quex-Ul set out to revenge himself upon Kal-El aka Superman. But in the end he had a change of heart and put himself in the way of the Gold Kryptonite trap that would most surely have robbed the Man of Steel of all his powers. Now Quex-Ul was powerless and suffering from severe memory loss to boot, so good ol' Clark found him a job working in the production department of the Daily Planet. That's where 157 ended. With issue 1 of Gerber's Phantom Zone--twenty years later our time--Quex-Ul is still there doing paste-ups for the Planet's front page. Or I should say Charlie Kweskill, as everybody knows him (including himself)--and it's been so long that Perry almost has forgotten that Charlie used to be a PZ Kryptonian in yellow silk pajammas. Charlie goes home to his lonely apartment, but his dreams plague him. In his sleep he's visited by phantoms of his Kryptonian past, but waking he doesn't know what it all means. Then the Phantom Zoners (who have the limited power of making contact with our world) hatch a scheme that results in Charlie and Superman being sucked into the Phantom Zone, while most of the Zoners leap for freedom in the "real" world. One of those who decides to remain behind in the Phantom Zone is Mon-El--given it's the only place where he is safe from the deadly lead poisoning that would kill him. Conferring with the now imprisoned Superman, Mon-El tells him that it is possible to go beyond the realm of the Phantom Zone itself, through several levels of unreality or reality, and theoretically arrive in the "real" universe--though those who've tried it have never been successful. Thus Superman and Charlie Kweskill set out on their quest for freedom. Meanwhile havoc reigns on Earth as the empowered Phantom Zoners run amock--nearly bringing the planet to a state of all-out world war (if not for the timely interventions of Supergirl and Wonder Woman). The leader of the Phantom Zone pack is General Dru-Zod, while Faora and Jax-Ur serve as able lieutenants, aided by Kru-El and Professor Va-Kox. Jer-Em, the religious zealot from the mystic valley of Juru (remember that eerie unexplored land where Val-El disappeared thousands of years ago), is neither on the side of the heroes or the villains but like a lone voice in the wilderness calls out for all to repent their sins and embrace the life after which is to come. Az-Rel and Nadira are psychicly gifted youths from a lost generation who wander the Earth in a disaffected haze until they come upon an all night club where music cult non-conformists gather to celebrate "Bizarro"--a movement that declares "anyone born after 1961 is an imperfect duplicate of a human being." One of my favourite scenes, from the fourth issue, beautifully rendered by Colan and DeZuniga, is both twisted and evocative as it shows a young shepherd named Gerard Amateau, out in the pastures of provincial France. He spies some "clothing hidden in the grass. Then he hears a female voice--singing--a song he has never heard, in a language he has never heard. He parts the grass at the edge of a pond, and for a moment he is certain he's gone mad. For there, bathing in the shallow water is a vision--so exquisitely, agonizingly sensual that he can hardly bear to look upon it. He trembles, fighting the impulse of every nucleus of every cell of his body to swarm forward and envelop her. He tries to concentrate on her song--to decipher its meaning. It's futile. The thundering of his heart is too distracting. He prays that she cannot hear it. "But she can. "She is Faora Hu-Ul of Krypton...and her auditory sense is as keen as Superman's. She acknowledges Gerard's presence...with an unselfconscious glance. Unlike her song, its meaning is abundantly clear--even to an inexperienced youth from the provinces. Their lips meet. Her arms enfold him--tighter--tighter--until with a sudden, sickening snap, they break his spine--and crush his ribs against the unyielding steel of her own. Then as his lungs fill with blood, she releases him...and watches as he sinks silently to his death. "She is Faora Hu-Ul, and in the grasslands of Alezar she operated a private concentration camp, where males were lured by her beauty, only to be tormented and slain." Through the several realms of the Phantom Zone Superman and Charlie journey on a magical mystery tour, meeting the psychedelic manifestations of a John Lennon dream. Charlie Kweskill, Quex-Ul, regains his memory and his power only to fly into the icey flaming maw of the great demon of this mystic realm, Aethyr, surrendering himself in a gambit to save Superman and the Earth. Finally, "flying through a rent in the fabric of space itself" Superman returns to the tactile world and aided by his fellow super-heroes defeats the plot by Zod that would have put the entire Earth into the Phantom Zone. Jer-Em no longer wishes to exist in any of these tainted realms--Earth, Phantom Zone--but rather to go to Rao. And so he hugs a lump of Green Kryptonite to his body. Az-Rel and Nadira, the two disaffected youths, happen upon the old zealot in his dying moments. Az-Rel hungers for death herself and joins the old man, and in her dying moments unleashes her psychic pyrotic power (the ability to make people spontaneously combust), consuming Az-Rel in flame. Given I was an avid fan of Howard the Duck, so long as Gerber was writing it, I loved this series. A little more serious than Howard (although Howard could be quite ponderous at times), this book has a lot of the same kind of off-the-wall imagery by Gene Colan (who also illustrated most of the Duck's wierd adventures), as well as recalling Gene's work on Dr. Strange. Moreover this series is one of the best illustrations of just how much could be done with the Superman mythos given half a chance. It shows all that potentiality that was never entirely explored. Superman is the sort of character that could have been bent in any one of a number of directions. It's provoking to think what Gerber, Moore, Gaiman, or Morrison might have done with all that wierd and wonderful lore from Weisinger and Bridwell. Of course there's a downside in pushing Superman in a more serious direction, one that I'll return to after I've done reviewing the other books on my reading list. IP: Logged |
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2002 11:19 PM
quote: Superb reviews, India. That's quite a bit of work you've put in there.
quote: By coincidence, I was just thumbing through this saga last night, so I am not going to read your review yet -- I'll read the comic first. I did, however, catch this at the bottom of your post:
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2002 04:15 PM
4. Secret Years Unlike the comicbooks, the television version of "Superboy" in the late eighties concerned itself not with Clark's years in Smallville, but with his years away from Smallville and at university, along with Lana Lang. When that TV series came out there would also be a tie-in comic (Superboy, The Comic Book), but even before then the comics had flirted from time to time with filling in Superman's gap years (after leaving Smallville, before working at the Planet). The story that introduces Lori Lemaris ("The Girl in Superman's Past!" Superman 129, May 1959), for example, told how Clark met the mermaid in his senior year at Metropolis U. In the early seventies, for a brief time, there was a back-up series in Action (back when Murray Boltinoff was editor) that told tales of Clark's university days (presumably during his freshman year). And then in the early eighties a series called "Superman: The In-Between Years" appeared as a back-up in rotation with a few others in the Superman mag. This last series was written by Bob Rozakis and pencilled by Kurt Schaffenberger, with an assortment of inkers, and it began to tell what happened after the deaths of the Kents and after Superboy left Smallville, chronicling Clark's early days as a freshman at Met. U. Along with Clark, in the cast of characters were Lana, Clark's dorm roommates--Ducky, Dave, and Tommy--Lt. Henderson (not yet an inspector), and reporter Perry White (not yet an editor at the Planet). Rozakis managed to tell only a few stories before the series was cancelled along with the other back-ups to make room for full-length Superman stories. But Rozakis wouldn't give up on his idea and campaigned for a mini-series, finally getting his second chance with The Secret Years. Unlike "The In-Between Years," this series skipped forward a couple of years to Clark's junior year at Met. U. By this time Lana had left for Hudson University (resolving a continuity conflict left over from a Lois Lane story that had Lana graduated from Hudson--I guess H.U. had a better broadcast communications program). Clark's roommates are still around (although Ducky would suffer for being in a Rozakis cast of characters), as are Bill Henderson and Perry White (still a reporter, working for his editor George Taylor), but the first issue introduces a new character to the cast--Billy Cramer (no, not Billy J. Kramer, who sang all those British Invasion hits like "Little Children" and "I Call Your Name"--this is Billy Cramer with a 'C'). Billy is two years behind Clark and newly arrived at M.U. from Smallville. This time around, instead of pencilling, Schaffenberger is inking over Curt Swan, offering a bright, handsome looking series, with only a few technical glitches. Although Rozakis had several sidelines at DC as a writer, assistant editor, and Answer Man, his actual chief occupation was as DC's production manager. In this capacity he oversaw several experiments with new printing processes during the eighties. The Secret is part of a pilot project that had Spartan Presses using flexographic printing. Cheaper than offset printing, but more expensive than the traditional practices, the flexograph presents much clearer inks for the most part and intense colours. As this process was still in the experimental stages, there are some technical snafus when the colour doesn't come out as intended or the inks are smudged, but on the whole it looks quite impressive. And Frank Miller did all the covers, by the way, although they have virtually no relation to the actual contents of the series. Although maybe the Miller covers should have given me a clue... In my mind I associate Bob Rozakis with fun upbeat material. Most of his work was lightweight and I liked that about him. He wasn't a Denny O'Neil or even a Martin Pasko, he just delivered good entertainment that made a sunny afternoon that much brighter. So going into this series--with Rozakis, Swan, Schaffenberger, and bright colours--I'm already thinking this is going to be a lot of fun! Maybe this reputation for upbeat, lightweight fare dogged Rozakis. Maybe he yearned to be taken seriously--and as comics moved in a more deadly earnest direction in the eighties, this might've been a genuine professional concern if Bob wanted to snag more writing assignments. He definitely seems to be out to prove himself with The Secret Years. This is the only explanation I can come up with for why this mini-series is so downbeat and depressing. Clark is positively a downer--yes, his parents died three years ago, he's got a right to cry, but does he have to remind everyone of his sorrow constantly? He treats Billy Cramer with utter contempt and indifference, while the young fellow follows him everywhere and would do anything to prove his unabashed friendship. Finally Clark does make a true gesture of friendship toward Billy by revealing his identity as Superboy. But this only motivates an absolute tragedy that I find, as a reader, to be irredeemably devastating. Superboy gives his young friend a whistle--a whistle which releases a high pitched sound that only he can hear (even from a great distance). In the series' most agonizing and torturous scene, Superboy goes off to save an island of nameless people from certain death, while at the same time Billy Cramer self-lessly goes into a burning building to save others only to become trapped in the fire himself. Yet Cramer has absolute faith in his guardian angel and repeatedly blows the whistle in vain hope that Superboy will save him. Meanwhile, Superboy continues with his mission to save the islanders, but uses his vision powers to look in on his endangered friend. He puts off saving Billy until the islanders are quite safe, and then flies off to the burning building. But Billy Cramer is dead--Superboy watched him die and did nothing to save him until it was too late. Billy's faith in his hero proved to be the harbinger of his own doom. IP: Logged |
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2002 04:31 PM
4. Secret Years (cont'd) Now there's a lot of death in comics that I can deal with. I can deal with the heroic deaths of Jor-El, Lara, Jonathan, Martha, and Quex-Ul. But this death of Billy Cramer, I just can't deal with it. The devastation is too great. The failure of my hero, Superman, is too monumental. It is simply more than I can stand. It proves indeed that Bob Rozakis was a great writer, but I wish to God he had never written this story. Somehow, after suffering for months through the agony of his great failure, Clark manages to get on with his life. We're supposed to believe this life lesson is what finally made Superboy a SuperMAN. Me, I'd've killed myself. But being Superman means you accept that your friends and family may die while you go off and save the world. Oh, and Perry White becomes an editor at the Daily Planet. My major complaint about the series aside, there's a lot of nice little touches I like. Little references to other stories (like George Taylor being Perry's editor). Lex Luthor offers a challenge to Superboy in the final issue, and the manner in which he delivers the challenge and the challenge itself remind me of the "Showdown Between Luthor and Superman" from Superman 164, Oct., 1963 and I'm sure Rozakis intended this as a bit of foreshadowing of that ultimate Super-Duel on far-off Lexor. However I don't like the period details that Rozakis forced upon the story--I gather he intended that the story took place during the final days of the Vietnam War. I feel that these kind of flashback tales should be set in a timeless past. IP: Logged |
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2002 05:05 PM
5. Heroes Against Hunger In Action Comics 544, June 1983, Lex Luthor returned to Lexor one last time. This awesome 45th anniversary celebration, by Bates and Swanderson, was intended to revitalize the Luthor character--George Perez even designed the new battle suit for "Luthor Unleashed"--while the second story in this super-sized edition, by Marv Wolfman and Gil Kane, rebuilt Brainiac as a Big Head robot. I do treasure this comic and it's so moving to see Luthor with his wife, Ardora, and their son (Lex, jr.), but it's too sad as Lexor is destroyed and no one survives but Luthor and Superman. Of course, Luthor blames Superman for the destruction of his adopted planet (like Krypton, Lexor's unstable core unleashed a world shattering explosion). And so Heroes Against Hunger finds Lex still intent on destroying the Man of Steel. Meanwhile, Superman and Batman are trying to save Ethiopia. Fustrating their attempts at a solution to the famine crisis is an alien called the Master, who craves the wide open spaces. He gains great strength "in places that once supported life, but now have died" (as he tells Superman on an Infantino and Anderson illustrated page). Superman knows that Luthor has returned to the Earth, once again, and is hold up in his Atlantic Ocean lair, but the Man of Tomorrow hasn't yet bothered to apprehend the scientist because some of Lex's ongoing experiments may prove useful to humanity. Given that Luthor hates Superman beyond all reason, Batman is sent to talk Luthor into helping with the Ethiopia problem. The Caped Crusader appeals to Lex's vanity--wouldn't it be great to succeed where Superman has failed! As we know, Lexor was once a barren planet, hardly able to support life, before Luthor arrived and made it a lush garden--maybe the same science can stop the famine in Ethiopia. Together Luthor, Superman, and Batman take on the Master, finally defeating the alien, leaving Lex free to use his super-science on the lifeless Ethiopia fields. But what worked on Lexor isn't worth diddly squat on Earth, in Ethiopia. And so the moral of this for charity project is that there can be no quick-fix solutions to the problems of Ethiopia. It'll take dedication and money and many years, but it can be done if we all lend our support. "The responsibility rests with all of us." To list the over one hundred talents that contributed their efforts to this comic book would take too long, but Neal Adams and Dick Giordano did the cover, Gaspar Saladino did the logo, Bill Sienkiewicz did the back cover, while Starlin plotted it and Wrightson assisted him and did the charcter designs. Okay, I'll give credit where it's due for one page--Gerry Conway writer, Barry Windsor Smith penciller, Jeff Jones inker, Todd Klein letterer, and Tatjana Wood colorist--page 27, when Luthor sees some famine victims and under his breath he says, "Dear God...How could you allow...? ...The Children..." Strong stuff. IP: Logged |
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2002 05:27 PM
6. Lois Lane In a similar vein as Heroes Against Hunger, "When It's Raining, God is Crying!" lends its efforts to the special cause of missing children. Like Bob Rozakis, Joe Orlando wore several hats during his days at DC--editor, illustrator, creative director--here he's the colorist (he also contributed his colours on some of the Heroes Against Hunger pages). This is your standard no-frills comic printing, no big colour effects here, but Gray Morrow doesn't need that. Orlanda lets Gray breathe. The colours underly the illustration, they don't compete for attention. If anyone wanted to argue with me that the technologically deprived comics of old were inferior to today's sophisticated, enhanced comics, I would just to have to hand them these two issues. The weaknesses of the cheaper printing process are turned into strengths by Morrow and Orlando. No comics printed today can quite get that faded colour of the old comics and without that gentle coloring, the true beauty of Morrow's line work would be lost in a storm of saturated colours. Sometimes Mindy Newell's story comes across as too preachy (part of the burden of being a charitable project), but the moments I like best are the little scenes of human interaction. I love Lana, Jimmy, and Lucy in this. Unlike The Secret Years, not all of my emotion is invested in the lead character. Lois is free to have her selfish indifference to the feelings of others, such as her sister, because Miss Lane is just one of many characters. She has her faults, so do we all. Me, I identify more with Lucy or Jimmy--they have big hearts. I haven't said too much about the plot. The plot here isn't really important. Lois sees the dead, mutilated body of a child, and she is so profoundly affected that she pursues her story to the exclusion of all else, ignoring her friends and family, wallowing in her grief, forgetting that other people have problems, too. As in real life, nothing gets resolved, and there's no Superman here, no deus ex machina make everything better. With no ads, these two 48 pages could have easily been packaged in a 4 part regular size mini-series, with ads. And I suspect that was the original plan. But Byrne's Man of Steel was due to come out soon, and then this story would have contradicted the new continuity. IP: Logged |
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posted March 03,
2002 05:43 PM
This Lois Lane, like Phantom Zone, showed us another way. Byrne's way wasn't the only answer. If Superman had to move on. If comics had to be more serious to get new reader attention. Then it doesn't logically follow that you need a Crisis and you need to throw out everything that has worked for some thirty years or more. Gerber, Newell, Rozakis, and others were able to push the myth in new directions, to give gravity to the Superman legend. If that's what readers really wanted. Which is what I meant when I alluded to a downside much earlier. Personally, I think I wouldn't have gone along for the rest of the journey. Truthfully, I like the fun Superman. I didn't need Kandor to be enlarged or Lexor to be destroyed. The myths worked just fine for me as they were. A little bit of realism, a touch of tragedy, made the stories work. But I didn't need more. In a way, I like that MY Superman had an ending. Because now there's this place I can visit which exists unto itself, and it's a fun place to be. The spectres of today's malevolent comics don't intrude there. But for all that, I would still prefer that Crisis and the Byrne solution never happened, if only for the sake of E. Nelson Bridwell's soul. Bridwell died in 1987. He had lived just long enough to see everything he had built up, everything he had dedicated his life to, torn down by the uninventive efforts of Byrne and his cohorts. Knowing this causes me great grief. For the sake of ENB, I would have had the legend continue a few more years, so that Nelson could rest in peace. He deserved that much. IP: Logged |
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2002 05:47 PM
That's the end of the big long speech, by the way, I don't have anything else to say right now. But I hope I didn't give away any spoilers, Aldous. Happy reading. IP: Logged |
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posted March 03,
2002 11:47 PM
Let me first of all say I have always looked upon Rozakis as DC's weakest writer. He has always had the ability to make me wince. I can try to give you reasons and examples for this another time.
quote: This scenario is based on one of my favourite Superboy stories, written by Leo Dorfman and drawn by the incomparable George Papp, entitled "Superboy's Best Friend." (Late 1950s.) One stormy evening at the home of the Kents, Clark is spending time with a friend, Jack, when Ma Kent asks if Jack would like to stay for supper and maybe stay the night. Jack is keen, but Clark protests and comes up with an excuse why Jack can't stay. Ma Kent had forgotten that Clark cannot have friends over to stay because he must perform nightly patrols, handle emergencies, etc. as Superboy. Clark is actually very upset at seeing Jack leave and wishes he could have close friends like all the other boys. At midnight, Superboy is in the air, thinking: "All my classmates have been asleep for hours...never dreaming that I, Clark Kent, am flying above their homes, protecting them from danger!" (In a bit of a rush here -- I'll continue this later.) IP: Logged |
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2002 12:32 AM
"Superboy's Best Friend" continued: The next day after school, near the lake, a few boys from school invite Clark to go swimming. Clark is wearing his Superboy costume under his civilian clothes, and he realises he can't undress to go swimming, so he declines -- to the derision of the other boys. "The fellows think I'm a snob! Little do they know how much I'd like to be friends with them!" A sad Clark walks back to town in time to see a boy faint from the heat right in the path of an oncoming bus. Clark stops the bus secretly and and helps the groggy boy to his feet. In Pa Kent's store, Clark gets the boy a cool drink. The boy introduces himself as Freddy Shaw who's just moved to Smallville and is attending Smallville High. The following day in school, Freddy finds himself seated next to Clark due to a transfer. "Isn't that luck?" says Freddy. "We even have the same lunch hour!" "That's great," says Clark. "We'll be able to spend a lot of time together!" A week later Freddy misplaces his briefcase, and is afraid his step-brother will punish him. Clark offers to look for the briefcase and finds it with x-ray vision. Freddy is overjoyed when Clark presents him with the briefcase, and says, "I don't know what I'd have done if you hadn't found it! You're a real friend!" "Friend?" thinks Clark. "Gosh, Freddy's right! That's what we are now! Friends!" Another day Freddy gives Clark a baseball autographed for Freddy by Babe Ruth. He calls Clark his best friend, and Clark is extremely happy to hear this. The friendship grows, and one day Freddy confides his greatest secret, a secret he has kept for many years, the fact that his step-brother is racketeer Joe Shaw, an ex-convict. "You're my best friend, Clark! I want you to know all about me! What's friendship worth if you can't share secrets?" Clark spends the night thinking of the implications of this. The next day, Clark performs a super-feat to reveal to Freddy that he is Superboy. Freddy realises that Clark/Superboy must have stopped the oncoming bus, saving his life the day he fainted. He is suitably impressed at finding out who his best friend is in his other identity. The weeks roll by as Clark and Freddy become very close friends. Clark makes a "Freddy robot" which astonishes Freddy. Freddy winks at Clark when Clark arrives late in class due to attending an emergency as Superboy. Clark thinks: "It's good to have a friend who knows your secrets!" This is all headed for disaster, but I will tell the rest when I get back. Gotta dash. IP: Logged |
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2002 03:40 AM
"Superboy's Best Friend" continued: Freddy is having more fainting spells, and on one occasion Clark flies Freddy home. Clark says, "...You should see Doctor Kenyon to learn why you get these fainting spells!" Despite this, Superboy and Freddy have the whole world, and even the moon and outer space, as a playground. One night Superboy apprehends two criminals, and it turns out one is Joe Shaw, Freddy's ex-con brother. Joe threatens Superboy, telling him that if they are captured, Joe will tell the whole world that Superboy's secret identity is Clark Kent. Superboy is shocked to discover that Freddy has double-crossed him, but he grits his teeth and takes in the two crims anyway. The next day at school, Clark gives a puzzled Freddy the super-cold-shoulder. "You told your brother my secret! Now he's going to reveal it to the world!" Freddy is weeping. "But it's not true! I'd die before I'd tell anyone about you! You must believe me! I don't know how Joe found out about it!" Clark walks away. "Forget it! I don't want to speak to you again! Our friendship is finished!" That evening, Clark gets a call from Dr. Kenyon. Freddy is seriously ill and is calling for Clark. At Freddy's house, Clark finds Freddy in a delirium, and in his semi-conscious raving he is saying that Clark Kent is Superboy. The doctor puts this raving down to the illness, but Clark asks to be alone with Freddy. He switches to Superboy and the bright costume colours shock Freddy back to consciousness. Freddy asks for Superboy's forgiveness: "I kept one other secret from you... my incurable brain fever! B-but I never told Joe about your secret!" Superboy: "I know, Freddy! I've done you a great wrong! You must forgive me!" Freddy dies while Clark is at his bedside, and Clark realises Joe must have overheard Freddy's feverish ravings. This is really the end of a great story; but as an epilogue, Superboy uses a Clark Kent robot to clear up the secret identity matter. * * * * * I can't properly re-tell the story here and do it justice. It's a great story with great art, and it is genuinely touching. If you ever get the chance to really read it..... read it. IP: Logged |
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