Boy oh boy, do I pity today’s kids. They’ll grow up
believing Superman is a dark, tormented soul who goes around destroying cities
and murdering his enemies. Had they grown up in the fifties, they might have thought
of their pajama-wearing hero as a rapscallion who escorts Lois Lane through the
Trojan War or the pilgrims’ voyage to America in a bizarre bid to conceal his
identity. They might have been tickled by how he turned a garbage dump into a
vacation resort to protect some investors who’d been duped by a diabolical duo
from Krypton. They might have seen him help a narcoleptic Hercules save face,
ride a Pegasus, or match wits with toddlers. They might have cheered him on
during a pro-wrestling match, marveled at how he was tricked into appearing on “This
Is Your Life”, or witnessed him getting amnesia for the zillionth time. Basically,
they might have thought Superman was fun.
So do that dark, tormented eight-year-old you recently took
to see Batman v Superman a favor and
get him or her a copy of Superman: The Atomic
Age Sundays 1953 to 1956. IDW’s second volume devoted to Superman’s fifties
Sunday comic strips is as colorful, kooky, and sweet natured as the first. It’s
nice to see how a guy who could punch you through a Formica floor always
figures out how to use his wits rather than his fists to solve problems and
thwart crimes. He even takes a break from his grander duties to rescue a
parrot! There’s a superhero I’d like to hang out with.
Superman’s arch nemeses are on short order. The only
recurring villain is the less-than-formidable Prankster. There’s a nice amount
of Lois Lane, though, and the stories are consistently amusing and outlandish.
As was the case with the first volume of the Atomic Age series, extras are sparse with another short
introduction from Mark Waid and another selection of Wayne Boring comic book
covers, but the main attraction is lovingly presented and a timely reminder
that Superman is supposed to inspire joy, not existential dread and migraines.