A while ago I created a "general purposes" blog for my writing and it went nowhere. The thing I had the most fun doing was stupid comments on old comics with writing techniques that really shouldn't be held to modern standards, but I did any way. So here we are. And since this blog's title actively insults him, let's start with the Superman story.
This issue comes from the Silver Age Of Comics, named so because it seems it's authors drunk nothing but colloidal silver all through it. It was a time of blistering insanity and social tension, from the early fifties to late sixties nothing in comics made sense if you were the sort of person who was allowed on the streets.
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| "I told you to stay away from my wife Almighty Zeus" |
I think a lot of the Silver Age Of Comics can be explained by how DC at least formed stories. You see since a cohesive creative team was considered to be for draft dodgers and beatniks, the artists would create a cover, and then give it to the writers to do something with. The cover artists I suspect were arseholes, always drawing these series wrecking scenarios, like Superman actually being an alien, or a woman, or Batman, or Bruce Wayne but somehow not Batman. It is no wonder cover artists were born with middle fingers already extended.
So Superman has discovered images of his suspiciously identical father as a Earth superhero. By the looks of it he protected the world from ordinary lightning bolts. For all those stories that ask why do bad things still happen to good people in a world with a Superman, it's because he spends all his time flitting about in thunderstorms.
