The Christmas Season is upon and I have come back from my latest bout of radio silence to give you another marathon of posts. Welcome to the first ever OGBmas, a twelve day series of Yuletide related blog posts. And we start off with a little
naked fanboy raving gift recommendation, for the superhero loving person in your life.
I find it odd that I could consider a book staring one of the most recognizable pop culture icons on the planet to ever be considered underappreciated or in needing of more exposure. But such is the world of 2016, destined to go down as one of the most stressful and aggravating years of the world (if history lasts to record it). We need the Man of Tomorrow now more than ever, but we seem to be content with endlessly tongue bathing Batman and making Harley Quinn into the next Deadpool. Not to mention making a narcissistic, blustering orange president of the United States….
But enough about that, time to talk about the fourth ongoing series to call itself Superman.
The plot of this fantastic little series is as such: the New 52 Superman (both the character and the series he starred in) is dead. In his place and older Superman, one similar to the Clark Kent that existed before the reset button was pressed on everything in September 2011, has come out of hiding to protect the innocent and carry on the never-ending battle for truth and justice.
Actually, I’m lying. The real star of Superman is this guy:
The boy in the above image is little Jon Kent, son of a Lois Lane from another dimension (the New52 Lois is currently starring in the new Superwoman comic). A Lois Lane who just so happens to be the wife of the Kal-El who stars in this series and the back-to its-original-numbering Action Comics. And he is the best thing about the comic.
Alright, I lie again. The best thing about the Superman series is the nigh-bonkers, near silver age sci-fi adventures contained within. From the Island of Dinosaurs, to the recently started adventure with Frankenstein, Agent of S.H.A.D.E, to battling the Eradicator in a Batcave inside of the moon, this series is delightfully crazy.
But young master Jon is the focal point of the series. In a break from the little jerk with a secret heart of gold which has become the all too common mode for child characters of late (see: the New52 Captain Marvel), Jon here is a sweet, honest kid trying to cope with his burgeoning superpowers and having to lie too everyone around him about his super-parentage. While I can’t call him the character with the most depth (he’s only existed for a year or two in real world time), I’m interested in seeing where he goes. He’s also not an annoying little brat or milking his “son of one of the most powerful men on the planet” status for cheap accolades. and his back and forth with Damien Wayne in the two part Super Sons prelude made me really fall in love with the character.
For specific issues to buy, #7 is the best made so far, with the Smiths (the Kent’s new names) going to the local fair to get to know the people of Hamilton County, Kansas, better. #10-11 are the aforementioned Super Sons prelude, and honestly make me want to read the Batman and Robin series Peter J. Tomasi and Patrick Gleason did before getting assigned this, and the latest issue has Frankenstein in it. Do I need to say more?
So start buying this book. Get a few issues as a gift for a young Superfan in your life or as a gift for yourself. Go to your local comic shop, or just browse Comixology for them all. Then bug all your friends and family to do the same. I want this thing topping the sales charts by the end of 2017. So move it! I command you! I COMMAND YOU!
…Sorry, I just really want this book to do well.