DC Comics has handed the keys to the “Champion of the Oppressed” to a guy who has dedicated himself to oppress me, and my partner, and millions of people like us. It represents a fundamental misread of who the character is, and what he means.
It is dispiriting. It is wearying. It is also, finally, not for me.
One of the other nicknames that accrued to Superman right away – that predates “Man of Steel” by a good amount – is “The Man of Tomorrow.” And much of his early iconography bears a distinctive Socio-Realist, Diego Rivera vibe: a lot of burnished golden sunrises, eyes raised to the horizon, gazing into the future.
Because that’s where he lives, Superman. And that’s what he says to us: We can do better. We can be better, to ourselves, and to each other.
Hey, DC Comics? Be better.
Glen Weldon, author of SUPERMAN: THE UNAUTHORIZED BIOGRAPHY, twitter wit, and wonderful pop culture thinker and writer, on Orson Scott Card and his grotesque miscasting as writer, however temporary, of Superman. (via mattfractionblog)
I was waiting for @ghweldon to sound off on this, and he does not disappoint…