Glen Weldon, Writr

Writes about books & comics for NPR & elsewhere. Panelist on Pop Culture Happy Hour. Unauthor, "SUPERMAN: THE UNAUTHORIZED BIOGRAPHY."
browsethestacks:

susiesnapshot:

Patrick McGoohan in The Prisoner, 1967.

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WHERE AM I?
In the Village.
WHAT DO YOU WANT?
Information.
WHOSE SIDE ARE YOU ON?
That would be telling.
MY EYEBROWS - YOU SEEN ‘EM? ANYWHERE? AROUND?

browsethestacks:

susiesnapshot:

Patrick McGoohan in The Prisoner, 1967.


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WHERE AM I?

In the Village.

WHAT DO YOU WANT?

Information.

WHOSE SIDE ARE YOU ON?

That would be telling.

MY EYEBROWS - YOU SEEN ‘EM? ANYWHERE? AROUND?

cracked:

Do we really want an incorruptible, nice guy superhero?
3 Reasons It’s So Hard to Make Superman Interesting

Go, read. I’ll be here when you get back.
Let me start off by making it clear that I agree with this guy’s basic premise. 
It is resolutely true that for many people — including about 85% of those who approach you when they find out you’re writing a book called SUPERMAN: THE UNAUTHORIZED BIOGRAPHY — the character is “boring,” “a stiff,” “too perfect,” “not relatable,” etc.
And what I’ve been saying to those people is pretty much Bowie’s thesis — which let’s note is a bit more nuanced than “SUPERMAN IS BORING LOLZ.” No, what he’s actually saying is: Superman is difficult to write stories about. And he’s right.
I don’t think, however, that the point he makes in “Reason 1” — that Superman in isolation is not interesting, because he’s too perfect  — carries much weight. For the simple reason that no one writes about Superman in isolation. No one writes about Batman, Spider-Man, Achilles, Gatsby, Dracula, or Pippi Longstocking in isolation, either. Fiction, even superhero comics, is always about relationships — relationships that exist to delineate your main character.
His “Reason 2” — that Superman without his powers isn’t Superman —  is, I’d humbly suggest, wildly, egregiously, astonishingly, incandescently and provably wrong. Superman’s powers do not define him — they aren’t what make him a hero, any more than a firefighter’s fire-retardant gear make him or her a hero. Over and over and over again, in every media that delivers Superman to us, we have seen that his selflessness and determination — not the powers, the costume, the spit curl, the secret identity, the flying dog — are what make him Superman.
Bowie gets closest to why it’s so difficult to make Superman compelling in what he calls “Reason 3” — though I’d state it slightly differently:  In writing fiction, you add tension and interest by keeping your characters from getting what they want in a variety of ways.
But surely it’s tough to keep Superman from getting what he wants, right? With the super-strength and the super-ventriloquism and whatnot?
Wrong. It’s very easy to keep Superman from getting what he wants, and tell exciting, gripping stories about him. A writer just needs to have a good feeling for what drives him, what he wants more than anything else. And here’s what Superman wants:
He wants to save everybody.
He wants no one to die or suffer, no matter the cost to himself.  
Which is impossible. Unattainable. Even for him, even with all his abilities. THIS, we can maybe understand? THIS, we can maybe relate to? This inability to achieve what we most want, and the resulting desire to keep chasing it? This is why the best Superman stories deal not with him  being robbed of his powers, but with him dealing with their very real limitations. 
Because, as Bowie states, there IS a character from Greek myth that corresponds to Superman. He just got the wrong one. It’s not Diomedes. It’s not Achilles.
It’s Sisyphus.

cracked:

Do we really want an incorruptible, nice guy superhero?

3 Reasons It’s So Hard to Make Superman Interesting

Go, read. I’ll be here when you get back.

Let me start off by making it clear that I agree with this guy’s basic premise. 

It is resolutely true that for many people — including about 85% of those who approach you when they find out you’re writing a book called SUPERMAN: THE UNAUTHORIZED BIOGRAPHY — the character is “boring,” “a stiff,” “too perfect,” “not relatable,” etc.

And what I’ve been saying to those people is pretty much Bowie’s thesis — which let’s note is a bit more nuanced than “SUPERMAN IS BORING LOLZ.” No, what he’s actually saying is: Superman is difficult to write stories about. And he’s right.

I don’t think, however, that the point he makes in “Reason 1” — that Superman in isolation is not interesting, because he’s too perfect  — carries much weight. For the simple reason that no one writes about Superman in isolation. No one writes about Batman, Spider-Man, Achilles, Gatsby, Dracula, or Pippi Longstocking in isolation, either. Fiction, even superhero comics, is always about relationships — relationships that exist to delineate your main character.

His “Reason 2” — that Superman without his powers isn’t Superman — is, I’d humbly suggest, wildly, egregiously, astonishingly, incandescently and provably wrong. Superman’s powers do not define him — they aren’t what make him a hero, any more than a firefighter’s fire-retardant gear make him or her a hero. Over and over and over again, in every media that delivers Superman to us, we have seen that his selflessness and determination — not the powers, the costume, the spit curl, the secret identity, the flying dog — are what make him Superman.

Bowie gets closest to why it’s so difficult to make Superman compelling in what he calls “Reason 3” — though I’d state it slightly differently:  In writing fiction, you add tension and interest by keeping your characters from getting what they want in a variety of ways.

But surely it’s tough to keep Superman from getting what he wants, right? With the super-strength and the super-ventriloquism and whatnot?

Wrong. It’s very easy to keep Superman from getting what he wants, and tell exciting, gripping stories about him. A writer just needs to have a good feeling for what drives him, what he wants more than anything else. And here’s what Superman wants:

He wants to save everybody.

He wants no one to die or suffer, no matter the cost to himself.  

Which is impossible. Unattainable. Even for him, even with all his abilities. THIS, we can maybe understand? THIS, we can maybe relate to? This inability to achieve what we most want, and the resulting desire to keep chasing it? This is why the best Superman stories deal not with him  being robbed of his powers, but with him dealing with their very real limitations. 

Because, as Bowie states, there IS a character from Greek myth that corresponds to Superman. He just got the wrong one. It’s not Diomedes. It’s not Achilles.

It’s Sisyphus.

(Source: cracked.com)

This is Krypto. He is Awesome. These are Facts.

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Over on Slate, I wrote a semi-fictionalized account of a conversation I had with my editor during the writing of Superman: The Unauthorized Biography, in which I lose my valiant fight to devote several pages of the book to the arrant awesomeness that is Krypto.

I can understand Normals not getting Krypto. I mean I pity them, but I understand them.

What I don’t understand — what I will never understand — is how people who love comics could find the notion of a flying, super-strong, heat-visioned dog in a cape anything but awesome.

It’s the kind of idea a kid would have — wildly impractical, silly, nonsensical, an idea that implicitly asks the reader to stop taking superheroes so damn seriously. To lighten up, Francis. 

In a very basic way, Krypto is comics. He — and they — are awesome.

Object of My Affection. And Nerd Rage.

         

I promised myself that if I sold my next book, I’d celebrate by scouring the e-bays and e-coves and e-estuaries for this little sucker, so as to reunite us after almost 35 years apart. I mean, feast your eyes on that hunk of gorgeously extruded plastic. 

That right chere is the JANEX Batman Talking Alarm Clock, produced in 1974. Throughout my boyhood, this clock (well, not THIS clock, but its cousin) sat on my bedside table, a grim sentinel keeping its lonely vigil over my sleeping form, zealously guarding me from things like sports and friends. 

I loved it. And it pissed me the hell off.

I loved it because BATMAN! 

It pissed me the hell off because: Well. You got a minute? 

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We Interrupt All This Superman Stuff For Some Comics Stuff. (Shut Up. It’s Different.)

              

This Saturday, May 4th, is Free Comic Book Day.

For the past five years, I’ve written an FCBD Guide for the Perplexed for the NPR Pop Culture blog, Monkey See.

Here’s this year’s, which attempts to match different prospective FCBD customers to the comics best suited to them.

Kids, get some safety scissors and ask your parents’ help to clip the blog post out of your computer monitor.

Cover art and lyrics from the 1977 Barbra Streisand album, Superman.

Producers of the Richard Donner film Superman: The Movie seriously considered Streisand for the part of Lois Lane.

Liza Minelli, too.

Just sort of … marinate in that for a moment, why don’t you.

“Easily the most ignominious pseudo-tie-in, however, was the disco song “Superman” released by Ceci Bee and the Buzzy Bunch, which went to #3 on the Billboard dance chart and later became a more modest hit for Herbie Mann.” - From Superman: The Unauthorized Biography, Chapter 8 “1978: The Year of Superman,” p. 172.

(DO NOT CONFUSE this song with the Barbra Streisand ballad of the same name, and the same era. Very very different. Carries its own unique kind of hurting. I’ll get to that.)

I could only sample a tiny bit of the Ceci Bee lyrics for the book, but you really need to see/hear them, because ow.

“Superman, you make me feel

I’m the queen of world

Superman, you make me feel

So special when you move me

Up and down and round 

You get so deep inside and, wow

You warm me up, it’s super

Then I wanna shout

Again and again

Superman-man-man-man

I love you Superman-man-man-man

Do it to me Superman-man-man-man

I need it Superman-man-man-man”

… It just … goes on like that.

jordanmorris:

The Adventures of Superpup

I’m reading Glen Weldon’s GREAT new book Superman: An Unauthorized Biography.  It details almost every Superman comic/show/movie/etc ever released.  Easily the weirdest is this unaired pilot, The Adventures of Superpup featuring little people in giant puppet-dog heads.  Prepare for nightmares.

Publisher’s Weekly, schmublisher’s schmeekly. This is my favorite endorsement. Woo. Also: The Adventures of Superpup is indeed bananapants.

From Superman #330 (December 1978): “The Master Mesmerizer of Metropolis!”

“Apparently, my power of super-hypnotism is always working - at low power - even when I’m not willing it! It automatically projects my subconscious desire to be seen as a weaker and frailer man than I really am! ….

Some unknown property of the Kryptonian Plexiglass [in my eyeglasses] must intensify the low-level effect of my eyes! So when people look at Clark, what they see is the image of Clark I try to project!

Okay? There’s your answer, haters. It’s a kind of … ambient Jedi mind trick.

On the population at large.

Without their consent.

Which makes Clark Kent look like David Brinkley.

Because, sure.