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Written by Jerry Siegel, art by various talents
Created by Jerry Siegel & Joe Shuster
Trade Paperback from Kitchen Sink/DC
In Allan Moore had his <I>Watchmen</I> character
Nite Owl II remark that there seem to be <I>faces</I> of the 30's
and 40's, faces and body shapes that were current then and that people do not
have now. As to men he's talking about the kinds of squarish jaws and barrel
chests, squinty eyes and eager smiles we see in photographs and war movies.
This shouldn't make much sense. Nutrition and accepted health norms have
changed, but our bodies haven't. But I have to agree that it always seems the
way
You look at pictures, look at pop culture of the era, and you realize that these Americans of the depression were different creatures in many ways.
<I>Superman: The Dailies 1939-1940</I> is a jewel, a genuine, almost archaeological find that sheds light on the Depression era by showing us its favorite new hero: Superman. This is Superman's first year in a rendition that brought him into every household.
This is not a <I>Superman</I> you might instantly recognize. <I>Action</I> Comics #1 has debuted in June of 1938, and the look of the character has settled into a rough estimate of today's costume: red boots, blue tights, blue shirt, red cape, red briefs. Little else has been settled by '39, least of which is Superman's constantly morphing stylized S.
Creators Siegel and Shuster churned the Superman daily strip
out of a small
The newspaper
There is raw, even thuggish myth at work in
<I>Superman: The Dailies 1939-1940</I>. Superman is a late 30's
man's man, not big and burly as he would be later, but tall and muscular like
an Olympian. His face, whether in his Superman guise or hidden behind
And those powers! The end of the origin story informs us that Superman "could easily leap <I>one eighth of a mile</I>… hurdle a twenty story building… run faster than an express train… and that <I>nothing less than a bursting shell</I> could penetrate his skin!" It's a cliché by now that we pare back Superman's powers about every ten years, but I don't think we've ever gone that far back. This is a Superman who can just barely beat a train and is knocked out cold by explosions. In one exciting story, he leaps onto a rising airplane and has to hold on, at one point almost losing his footing. Of course, this doesn't last: by 1940, he digs a trench several miles long in minutes to divert a flood, which is more like the big guy we know today.
This Superman is a character at home in the world of
<I>The Shadow</I>, a man who wades through the depression-era mud
and muck of big cities like
Siegel and Shuster know their audience and what they want to see, and that's why I love these strips; they show me what the American audience thought of itself and its capabilities. It seems we thought we were Boy Scouts, of which Superman is the ultimate: look how many times Siegel shows Superman swimming, running, sparring, climbing. Sweating. This is not Superman as God, but Superman as ultimate human machine. And how!
The narrator is sure to let us know what's supposed to thrill us, and what a fascist little world it is. "SUPERMAN CATCHES SPY/ VILLAIN GETS ELECTRIC CHAIR!" screams a headline. One foolish thug turns and runs when an officer tells him to stop, "AND DIES!" the narrator helpfully informs us.
The narrator does a lot of helpful informing, in fact, and
in a way it becomes a running joke. I love the self-conscious explanation when
<I>Superman: The Dailies 1939-1940</I> shows us a Superman not for all seasons but for the first few seasons. Reading it is like watching an idea take root and only barely begin to grow.