By the turn of the year, 1940, Superman was already a sensation. The Man of Steel had been around for just under two years, and, as the first comic book superhero, the titles he starred in (Action Comics and Superman) always were at the top of the marquee. Imagine the surprise, then, with the publication of Action Comics number 20 (January 1940) when the world’s greatest adventure hero appeared on the cover with a major omission on his costume.
It’s not hard to visualize the youth of America that holiday season of 1939-1940 (historically, comics always appear on the newsstands a month or so earlier than the date listed on their cover) as they spun the squeaky comic book rack at the corner store. Browsing the covers of the new issues, trying to decide which one to plunk down their hard-won dime on, surely they would have paused when confronted with the cover of Action Comics number 20. What sacrilege was this? How could they make such a mistake? And yet . . . there it was, for all to see.
The yellow triangle with the signature red “S” at the center that was supposed to grace the Man of Steel’s barrel chest was . . . missing! In its place was . . . nothing—a blank, an empty spot orphaned of its famous emblem. Was DC Comics changing Superman’s costume? Had they decided it was too flashy, too loud? But no. Of course not. When the following month’s issues arrived, the “S” had returned on Superman’s costume, confirming that the cover of Action Comics number 20 had been . . . an oversight. A mistake. A gaffe.
The result? Not much. It’s not as if the youth of the day rebelled and planned a “Superman strike,” protesting the publication’s carelessness. They continued to support the Man of Steel, and Superman has not suffered. He has been around for eighty years, after all, gracing thousands of comic books, not to mention a wide array of TV series and movies. The Man of Tomorrow is enduring.
But so is the cover of Action Comics number 20. Maybe the buying public of 1940 didn’t create a stir (though surely there were letters streaming in to the publisher’s offices that winter), but, as the decades ticked on and as comic book collecting became a major hobby worldwide, vintage comics enthusiasts began to take notice. In fact, they especially sought out the issue. Action Comics number 20 is now a prized item, often priced higher than the issues that immediately preceded it (a rarity in comic book collecting, unless a particular issue introduces a key character or for some reason had a smaller print run). Look it up in the comic book price guide and the note will be provided: “Superman appears without ‘S’ on his chest.” Rather than creating a black eye for the issue, the costume oversight has made it something special, something unique, a one-of-a-kind presentation.
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In The Eye-Dancers and The Singularity Wheel, the protagonists also must deal with what they perceive as slights, flaws, blemishes that make them feel less-than or even freakish. Mitchell Brant has a speech impediment. Joe Marma is the shortest boy in his class. Ryan Swinton is the tallest, and has a nasty case of acne. Marc Kuslanski, as a junior-high student, is the class nerd; as he matures, he feels the need to shed his thick glasses and rid himself of the label. And Monica Tisdale, “the ghost girl,” feels like an outcast, wielding a rare and devastating power that makes others—and sometimes even she, herself–fear her. Each of them must learn to accept, even appreciate, the very things they are ashamed of, the things others make fun of, belittle, name-call.
They are not alone, of course. We all carry insecurities inside of us. Some of them are nagging things, relegated to the back burner, a little voice that whispers in our ear at certain moments. Others are monsters, albatrosses, wound tight around our neck like a gallows waiting to snuff the life from us. No one is immune.
There is no magic spell, of course, no secret code or talisman to erase the things that dog us and threaten to drag us down. Whether it’s some aspect about our appearance, or the way we talk, or the way we walk, or our professional acumen, or the way we furnish our home or the car we drive, or any and every other permutation imaginable, we are all imperfect, and we all feel the weight of it.
But, in this season of Thanksgiving, perhaps we can at least try to perceive our “faults” a little differently. Maybe, just maybe, that “S” that’s missing from our chest makes us stronger, more genuine, more compassionate. Maybe it’s the flaws that radiate the beauty and the potential within.
Just ask the Man of Steel. If any character is said to be “perfect,” surely Superman—with his super-strength and super-memory and super-intelligence and super-morals and super-everything—tops the list. And yet, for all that, it’s his decidedly imperfect cover from eight decades ago that is still, all these years later, remembered and treasured by the collectors and pop-historians who know him best.
Thanks so much for reading!
–Mike
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