Thursday, July 10, 2025

Musing on Superman

The new Superman movie is coming out, and given some of the hullbaloo surrounding it, I thought I’d give my two cents about one of my favorite comic book characters. In truth, there aren’t many good stories about Superman. This is largely due to the fact that modern writers do not understand the character, his context, or what he symbolizes.

The Character

This is probably one of the most difficult comic book characters to write because moderns do not understand the fact that Superman isn’t really Superman. He isn’t even Kal El. He is Clark Kent. The fact that Superman so strongly identifies with the Everyman and wants to live a normal life as a human being is the reason he is a hero. Clark Kent understands what the Everyman desires, needs, and fears because he tries so hard to be the Everyman, despite the fact he can never truly be Everyman. At the heart of this character is a level of humility that most people today do not comprehend. Rather, they look to his power and fantasize about what they would do if they were Superman. In so doing, they reveal themselves to be monsters, because Clark Kent would give up his powers in a heart beat if it meant he could live a peaceful, normal life.

The Context

Superman was created by writer Jerry Siegel and artist Joe Shuster. Importantly, both were Jews at a time when the nation-state of Israel did not exist and Europe was not a safe place for Jews to live. One can speculate about the fact that “Superman” is an English translation of the German “Übermensch;” however, that leads us back to the power fantasies of monsters. In truth, the Jewishness of Siegel, Shuster, and Superman say less about being Jewish and more about being American in the first decades of the 20th century. While living as a Jew in the rest of the world was difficult at best, America provided a place where Jews could not only thrive, but be accepted as Americans. Take a look at these celebrated American artists of the early 20th century:

• Jack Benny

• Irving Berlin

• Leonard Bernstein

• George Burns

• Aaron Copeland

• Will Eisner

• George Gershwin

• The Marx Brothers

• Mae West

And I could go on and on…ever single one of them is a Jew, but we don’t think of them as Jewish-Americans. Every one of them is embraced simply as American.

The Symbol

Thus, Clark Kent and his hope to be Everyman, and Superman’s acceptance as a hero all hinge on the Jewish experience of the United States in the early 20th century. In other words, Superman symbolizes America at her best. This is why Superman landed in Kansas at a farm raised by a good Christian family. There is nothing more American.

So, modern writers who attempt to make Superman a hero of the world, a man who uses his power to make the earth a better place are doomed to fail. Superman isn’t an all-earth hero. If he were, he wouldn’t be a hero. He would be a villain: a demi-god with enough power to force the world and its people to bend to his will and his vision of the “good.” This is why so many superman clones end up as villains. Without the Kents, without the Jewish experience of America, without the Christian values that gird the American experiment, Superman is not Clark Kent. Superman is not a hero. Superman is a monster. Clark Kent and his humility, his desire to be the Everyman, and his American-ness is the hero.

I live in hope that someone, somewhere understands these things and writes the stories this wonderful character deserves. Unfortunately, my cynical self denies this possibility anytime soon. It is neither cool nor politically correct to celebrate the best of America or the Christian values that make that best version possible.

Tuesday, July 8, 2025

St. Prokopius the Great


Today is the Feast of St. Prokopius, after which I named this blog. I realize I haven’t been very active in quite awhile and that I still have a couple of projects awaiting my return: both the Suleiman Subsector map as well as a Five Parsecs From Home Campaign. What hobby time I have has been eaten up by an even more agressive version of Gamer ADD that afflicts those of us who love to paint minis. One might call it “OOoo I want to paint THAT!”

Here are a couple of examples:


In the meantime, I wanted to tell the story of how I met St. Prokopius. I was travelling with a group to Mt. Athos (the center of monasticism on the Orthodox World) with the intention of visiting 4 or 5 monasteries. Unfortunately, I had injured my foot just a few days prior on a stone step and it was swollen and angry. Our supervisor decided to try and find any kind of medical advise or treatment upon our arrival. I was placed on a bench to await any possible outcome. This bench was placed in front of a young soldier saint, whose name I did not know. While trying to make out his name, and wondering about his story, I was told that there was a doctor that would see me.

I was led through a maze of byzantine hallways until a pair of ancient doors revealed a white, modern, hospital examination room with several very cool looking pieces of medical equipment. My doctor introduced himself as a convert from Mexico City and proceeded to conclude that my foot was probably not broken, but that I should have it X-Rayed when I got home. He gave me some ant-inflammatory cream and sent me on my way.

I managed to hobble through the next several days and monasteries, but I noticed something peculiar. Everytime I would find a place inside the chapel where we were doing services, I found this young soldier saint standing in front of me as an icon. Every single time.

When I got home, a thourough examination of my foot found absolutely nothing wrong and I learned that the young soldier was St. Prokopius the Great Martyr. He served under the Emperor Diocletian and was appointed as Duke of Alexandria, where he was sent to persecute Christians. After having a Road to Damascus moment, he became a Christian to horror of his mother. In an attempt to persuade her son to change his mind, his mother turned him in to the authorities.

As you might expect, the ploy failed spectacularly and Prokopius underwent all kinds of tortures. This inspired even his own guards to become Christians only to be executed as martyrs. His mother, seeing all of this joined them. She, St. Theodosia, is celebrated today along with her son.

He has been inpiring me since.

I hope to have more soon.

Sunday, April 20, 2025

Christ is Risen!

  

[Hades] received a body and encountered God. It took earth and came face to face with heaven. It took what it saw and fell by what it could not see. Death, where is your sting? Hades, where is your victory? Christ is risen and you are overthrown. Christ is risen and demons have fallen. Christ is risen and angels rejoice. Christ is risen and life rules. Christ is risen and not one dead remains in the tomb. — Paschal Homily by St. John Chrysostom