Secret identity is a human condition
Wednesday, November 29th, 2006Looking for a bit of escapism in my reading, I perused the graphic novel section of my branch library and found this book. It has been many years since I picked up a comic book. They sure have changed since the 60s! And it’s definitely for the better.
While many comic books in the last few years are filled with more and more graphic violence, this particular 4-issue series is much more thoughtful and insightful. You could say it’s the ‘chick flick’ series of the Superman comics.
The concept for the series comes from DC Comics Presents #87, circa 1985. In this story, a young man named Clark Kent lives on one of DC’s alternate Earths - an Earth that is supposed to be the ‘real world’ where superheroes exist only in the comics books. Unfortunately, this story is one issue long and never picked up again by other DC writers and artists.
Kurt Busiek takes this idea and creates an instrospective and contemplative 4-parter: Clark as a young teen, Clark in his late twenties, Clark as a family man, and senior citizen Clark. Instead of the alien attacks on Metropolis, the reader is presented with what is it like to grow up with a famous name and suddenly (at puberty) find you can fly. Can you tell anyone about this? no, probably not. So, our protagonist deals with isolation, confusion, anger; the usual teenage identify crisis, but with a twist.
I enjoyed this graphic novel immensely and wished there were more stories of this character. Here’s a book you can re-read a few times and enjoy a different layer with each read. I’m reminded of how much I appreciated the first Spiderman movie with Tobey Maguire. The scene in which Peter Parker’s hand becomes stuck to his lunch tray (web-making goo is oozing out of his hand!) is both touching and hilarious. And isn’t that a quintessential teenage moment? “Everyone’s looking at me!” “I’m different from everybody else.”
Written by Kurt Busiek. Drawn by Stuart Immonen.

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