Victory for Superman’s creators

Via Howling Curmudgeons comes the news that the heirs of Jerry Siegel have been given back part of the copyright on Superman:

The ruling specifically upheld the Seigels’ copyright in the Superman material published in Detective Comics’ Action Comics Vol. 1. The extent to which later iterations of the character are derived from that original was not determined by the judge.

In an unusually detailed narrative, the judge’s 72-page order described how Mr. Siegel and Mr. Shuster, as teenagers at Glenville High School in Cleveland, became friends and collaborators on their school newspaper in 1932. They worked together on a short story, “The Reign of the Superman,” in which their famous character first appeared not as hero, but villain.

By 1937, the pair were offering publishers comic strips in which the classic Superman elements — cape, logo and Clark Kent alter-ego — were already set. When Detective Comics bought 13 pages of work for its new Action Comics series the next year, the company sent Mr. Siegel a check for $130, and received in return a release from both creators granting the company rights to Superman “to have and hold forever,” the order noted.

In the late 1940s, a referee in a New York court upheld Detective Comics’ copyright, prompting Mr. Siegel and Mr. Shuster to drop their claim in exchange for $94,000. More than 30 years later, DC Comics (the successor to Detective Comics) gave the creators each a $20,000-per-year annuity that was later increased to $30,000. In 1997, however, Mrs. Siegel and her daughter served copyright termination notices under provisions of a 1976 law that permits heirs, under certain circumstances, to recover rights to creations.

What tends to be airbrushed out of the careful corporate histories of DC and Marvel, the socalled Big Two, is how much of their succes was built on outright stealing. Jerry Siegel and Joe Shuster losing control of Superman is only the best known example, but there’s also the way Kirby was treated by Marvel, were he lost control not just of his creations, but of his artwork as well! All those well known and well loved creations DC and Marvel pride themselves on were created by people who largely had to sign away their rights to them on the back of the checks they got for their work. Onetime payments only; toyalties were unknown in the comics industry until the early eighties…

It’s unfortunate that Siegel himself did not live to see this victory, but at least his heirs can now share some of the profits DC has made out of their father’s and husband’s creation.

Rocketeer creator Dave Stevens died

the rocketeer

According to Heidi MacDonald’s The Beat, Rocketeer creator Dave Stevens has died:

I’ve just received word that Dave Stevens, the artist of the Rocketeer, died yesterday at age 52. Stevens had dropped out of sight for the most part in recent years and had been battling leukemia, a fact which he kept as private as possible.

Stevens was known for his meticulous artwork, reminiscent of the greatest illustrators of the past and the whiz bang pulpishness of the 30s and 40s. He was, of course, also obsessed with model Bettie Page. These came together in The Rocketeer, which was published by Eclipse, Pacific, Comico and Dark Horse in its various incarnations. In 1991 it was turned into a Disney film starring Billy Campbell and a young Jennifer Connelly. The film underperformed at the time but has become very fondly remembered.

The Rocketeer started as a six page backup strip in Mike Grell’s Starslayer comic, back in 1982 and was an immediate hit. Dave Stevens took all his pulp, movie serial and Betty Page pinup influences and mixed them together into one gorgeously drawn, exuberant story about Cliff Secord, a smalltime stunt pilot who finds a rocket pack stolen from a certain six foot tall giant bronzed scientist, uses it to become The Rocketeer and win fame and fortune, but gets drawn into more adventure than he had hoped… The story was simple, but effective, the art was gorgeous and as Heidi says, it was made into a somewhat overlooked but effective and fun movie in 1991, even if the Betty Page aspects of Secord’s girlfriend were lost. Stevens was always a slow cartoonist and Rocketeer was his only real project, though he was much in demand in the eighties as a cover artist. But it was enough.

(Found via James Nicoll.)

Steve Gerber

Steve Gerber died yesterday.

Back when I first started reading American comics (some twenty years ago now), buying them secondhand at dodgy market stalls, what I was especially looking for were back issues of The Defenders. For some reason or other the Dutch edition of that had started translating the series from issue eighty something, only to switch back to the low twenties a few issues onward, probably because the Dutch publisher had gotten a stack of back issues from Marvel. It was this that introduced me to Steve Gerber and it was strange, not at all like the slick superheroics I was used to from Marvel. A psychotic elf shooting random people? Supervillians joining a self improvement group? The Headmen, neverdowell evil scientists who try to transplant their brains into superheroes? Now that was just weird.

It was only later that I learned who Steve Gerber really was, one of the first proper writers, not just somebody who wanted to write good superhero stories, but somebody who used the trappings of the genre to tell entirely different stories. He was somebody who, had he not worked in comics but been a “real writer”, would have an obituary in the New York Times. I’m not kidding. Greg Hatcher said it best, two years ago, when he described the essential appeal of Gerber’s seventies work:

These stories all hit a theme that Steve Gerber comes back to again and again… the alienated loner that perceives the world more truly than the people around him can, but because of that becomes more vulnerable and endures more pain. I read a review somewhere of Hard Time that was busting Steve Gerber for using that theme, and I remember thinking at the time, Jeez, if you feel that way, why are you bothering to read a Steve Gerber book at all? Look at Howard the Duck and Man-Thing and Defenders and Omega… they’re all outsiders looking in. That’s what Steve Gerber does best. I think it was Stephen King that said that if you’re a lit’ry sort of writer you can get away with exploring the same theme from different angles, but if you do it in a pop culture outlet people will assume your head’s so empty it has an echo.

A very seventies theme of course, fitting the times, but also an universal theme. Of course it can lead to mopery and general emo wankness, but Gerber had the saving grace of being funny. The Defenders, much of Man-Thing and especially Howard the Duck were incredibly absurd, and Gerber could make you laugh at all this absurdity, but without mocking the characters. He showed how much you could do in a genre that had looked stale. As Mike Sterling puts it:

Howard sprang forth from Gerber’s other major Marvel work, Man-Thing, which at first glance appeared to be a more straightforward horror title, but still had its moments of satire and offbeat humor. In fact, through most of Gerber’s work, there’s a feeling of Gerber taking things about as seriously as they needed to be…he can turn on the horror or the drama when he needs to, but just as quickly he can hit you with a scene that has a feeling of “can you believe this? I’m writing it, and I can barely believe it” — but doing it in such a way that you didn’t feel
like the characters or situation were being mocked.

And more, he was one of the first champions of creators rights, the very simple idea that really, the people who create the characters, who write the stories and draw the adventures should be in control of them, that cartoonists aren’t interchangeable cogs, that it matters who writes the story. Nothing new in book publishing, but radical in the insular, slightly dodgy world of comics. That there are publishers like Vertigo today that operate largely as a book publisher would, focusing on creators not characters is partially due to Gerber’s struggles to keep control of his characters like Howard the Duck.

Steve Gerber did his best work at a time when comics where as low as you could get on the cultural totem pole, less respectable even than porn, so a lot of his work just disappeared once it was published, not getting the attention it deserved. It’s only recently that it has started to be reprinted and collected again. In some ways he could’ve done so much more in today’s comics industry, but you have to remember that it was in no small part to the battles he fought twenty-thirty years ago that has made it possible.


Thank you, Steve.

Superhero porn

February 2008 Playboy cover, featuring Tiffany Fallon bodypainted as Wonder Woman

Sometimes you wonder why certain search terms bring people to your site, until you realise that having a blog that’s old enough means that almost every possible combination of words in the English language will occur in it at least once. (Also, that doing a post on weird search engine terms is very easy and brings more attention to those terms hence luring more people here. Profit guaranteed. (I learned that from Splintered Sunrise.)) So no wonder even such an unlikely combination of words like superhero porn gets results here. Unfortunately for whoever was looking to get their rocks off to some hot ‘n sweaty superaction, you won’t find it here. Apart from the image on the left, of course.

If you don’t know what’s going on, that’s next month’s Playboy, featuring one Tiffany Fallon bodypainted as Wonder Woman, which has become the latest crisis in the comics blogosphere. It’s supposedly sexist and demeaning and not worthy of a great female superhero like Wonder Woman blah blah blah. It’s all a bit silly, considering Wonder Woman is easily the most purposely kinky superhero title of all time, created by a man with a serious interest in bondage games. (William Moulton Marston; look him up.) Having a model painted as Wonder Woman is only as troubling as you find Playboy to be in general. Which to me is not very. I don’t believe porn is inherently demeaning to the people who appear in it, Wonder Woman has long been a fetish object to all kinds of people and this cover is a lot more respectable than some of the stuff Wonder Woman and other heroines have been subjected to in the comics themselves. I mean, at least it’s not Greg “all my characters look like they’re in the throws of orgasm” Land.

Meanwhile, to the hapless seeker for the forbidden superhero flesh, remember this nugget of wisdom from Evan Dorkin’s Eltingville Comic-Book, Science-Fiction, Fantasy, Horror, and Role-Playing Club: “it ain’t no good without the costume”.

Do shut up you horrid little homophobe

Some guy called Lee running a third rate comics blog exposed his homophobia to the world last week:

Here we go… I am soooooo friggin’ sick of gay characters being shoved into my comic books I could scream.

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Since I’m ranting anyway, when did it become a requirement that every superhero team have a gay character? When did it become a requirement that every book have a gay character?

Why is it in my face??????

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I don’t care what you do in the privacy of your own home. I don’t care if you like men or women or sheep or even horses. I DON’T CARE. Live whatever alternative lifestyle you like but don’t force it upon me. Seriously, I feel that the whole gay culture has been thrust upon me in the last five years. And, thanks to all of this, not only do I get to have the birds and bees talk I get to incorporate the sometimes bees like bees instead of birds talk. Why the F- do I want to have that talk? Guess what, I don’t.

This …impressive… rant was brought about by him reading a comic with a whole two gay characters in it. It wasn’t gay sex or anything like that which set this guy off mind, just the mere fact that “two of the characters are dating each other“! Really, you must be very gay-adverse to be bothered by that. I mean, I can understand getting bothered by what professional homophobe Richard Curtis alleged gets up to in his spare time, but to wig out over the simple fact of a gay relationship? What are you, twelve?