August 4, 2007
My cousin, who is a librarian, gave me an advanced readers edition of this book. See, years and years ago, this guy who lived across the street from me showed me his comic book collection. He showed me Iron Man. I thought Iron Man was the bomb. A dude in armor, he can fly and shoot lasers out of his hands... what's not to love about comics? 15 years later, I gave up on the medium, cause hell, who wants to pay $4 for a 22 page book? Still my family associates me with comics. I wasn't enthused when I got this book in the mail... but there was something on the back of the book, a blurb from Comic World News saying, "For those of you who share [a] love for books like Carter Beats the Devil or The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier & Clay, [It's Superman! is] so up your alley that it should be renamed The Book That's Very Up Your Alley, Starring Superman."
Now, I loved both Kavalier & Clay and Carter Beats the Devil, so I thought, "Maybe this isn't going to be so bad!"
And you know... it wasn't horrible. But comparing Tom De Haven's book to Michael Chabon's book, and Glen David Gold's book is sort of like compairing a Thomas Kinkaide painting to a work of de Kooning. Sure Willem de Kooning isn't the painter of light, nor has he yelled, "Codpiece! Codpiece!" at a Siegfried and Roy show, but homeboy's got artistic game that Kinkaide will never see.
That's sort of how I felt while reading this book. It's nice. It has words. Superman fights robots, which sounds cool, but I wanted so much more after reading that blurb.
"Hey readers, if you liked To Kill a Mockingbird, then you'll love Garfield Blots Out the Sun... it's his 43rd book. Yeah, that's right. 43 books of the same damn joke."
Just not worth all the work up.
Plus Clark Kent is a damn whiney baby. You can fly (well, at the very least jump high), deflect bullets, shoot lasers out of your eyes, and you have freeze breath, now how about you see if you can grow yourself some super balls then we'll talk.
Now, I loved both Kavalier & Clay and Carter Beats the Devil, so I thought, "Maybe this isn't going to be so bad!"
And you know... it wasn't horrible. But comparing Tom De Haven's book to Michael Chabon's book, and Glen David Gold's book is sort of like compairing a Thomas Kinkaide painting to a work of de Kooning. Sure Willem de Kooning isn't the painter of light, nor has he yelled, "Codpiece! Codpiece!" at a Siegfried and Roy show, but homeboy's got artistic game that Kinkaide will never see.
That's sort of how I felt while reading this book. It's nice. It has words. Superman fights robots, which sounds cool, but I wanted so much more after reading that blurb.
"Hey readers, if you liked To Kill a Mockingbird, then you'll love Garfield Blots Out the Sun... it's his 43rd book. Yeah, that's right. 43 books of the same damn joke."
Just not worth all the work up.
Plus Clark Kent is a damn whiney baby. You can fly (well, at the very least jump high), deflect bullets, shoot lasers out of your eyes, and you have freeze breath, now how about you see if you can grow yourself some super balls then we'll talk.