Why Haruhi is just like Superman — narratives shaped by media

Pause and Select‘s video about the anime media mix and the way it can shape narratives and the changes in how it has done so got me thinking. In the interview here with Marc Steinberg, who has written a book about this, they discuss how the media mix works. How a franchise like Star Wars creates a narrative through the use of different media: comics, movies, books, cartoons, television shows and how that changed for the anime media mix with Haruhi with the character becoming the world rather being part of a narrative within that world. No longer on a consistent narrative within one world, but with the narrative changing, the world altered depending on which particular bit of media you’re consuming. You’re reading for Haruhi and it no longer matters which narrative she’s part of.

Which got me thinking.

You know what sounds really similar to how Haruhi is presented and sold? How DC Comics traditionally dealt with Superman. Because what you see there is that from 1938 to the seventies, what they’re selling is not the world of Superman, where you have different stories in different media but all set in the same world, but rather the same character in different contexts. The Superman comics told different stories from the newspaper strip, the Max Fleischer cartoons, the tv and radio shows or the underoos, but had the same recognisable characters. The comics themselves were often not even that consistent, with no real continuity, taken place in an eternal present. Then there were the imaginary stories, where the writers would place Superman in deliberately world ending scenarios and presented it explicitly as not real in a very different way from how every other Superman story was not real.

In this context, the Haruhi media mix is the older model and it was Marvel which introduced the media mix as narrative, by explicitly setting its comics in the same world, with a continuity that means one story is set after another and characters can cross over into other stories, expecting the reader to pay attention and directly refering to the older story when relevant through recapping or editorial notes. At first this was of course only limited to the comics themselves, with any other media adaptations just being that, adaptations, but its ultimate form is the Marvel Cinematic Universe, having introduced superhero comics continuity to the cinema, where stories can continue in different movies, tv shows and even comic books!

What sets the Haruhi media mix model apart from the Superman model is a greater self consciousness and awareness of the media mix as a whole, rather than seeing the comics or the movies as the primary component and the rest as mere adaptations, optional elements, to be discarded when no longer relevant. (Sometimes even discarding its own primary continuity, as in Crisis on Infinite Earths.) Haruhi has character as primary mode of engagement much more than Superman ever had, which still had a rough consistency across all its media elements, elements that once added, would crop up everywhere. With Haruhi on the other hand it’s just enough she’s Haruhi.

Which of course brings me to vtubers. The ultimate form of character as world, with the narrative rising organically from day to day streaming, where the core elements of the character (Subaru is a loud duck, La+ is a chuuni fork) are what sticks but the context in which they’re established barely matters. Meaning created out of thin air. The ultimate post-modern entertainment.

Whatever Happened to the Man of Tomorrow

I’ve got such mixed feelings about that story. Rereading it just now, having been triggered by Tegan’s tweet, it still choked me up, as it does every time. But I’m also fully aware of how schmalzy it is, how dependent on having feelings for Silver Age Superman with all its silliness already.

To start with, the creative staff for what was to be the very last story to be ever told about the classic, Silver Age Superman and his world, was pretty much stunt casting. There’s Curt Swan, the classic Silver Age Superman artist, brought back to team up with two of the hottest flavours of eighties DC: Alan Moore and George Perez. It makes sense to have Swan there, but not have him being inked by e.g. Murphy Anderson, not having Cary Bates or Elliot S! Maggin or any of the other long term Superman writers write the last ever Superman story feels a bit sad.

The real problem is the context in which Whatever Happened to the Man of Tomorrow was published. DC had decided that it didn’t want to be saddled with its fifty year history anymore, that all that old stuff was dumb and embarrassing, that they needed somebody modern like John Byrne to come around and give Superman a make-over. Even with Alan Moore being quite fond of Silver Age Superman, he was still in his make superheroes edgy phase and that same mood pervades Whatever Happened to the Man of Tomorrow. Imaginary stories (“aren’t they all”) were always much more bloodthirsty than mainstream Superman, but Moore turns it up to eleven. Just because Lois and Clark survive and get a superbaby doesn’t make this a happy ending.

Everybody dies: friends, villains, lovers, superdogs. Bizarro destroys his own planet before attacking Metropolis. The Toyman and the Prankster murder Pete Ross and reveal Clark Kent is Superman. Metallo attacks the Daily Planet to murder Superman’s friends. The Legion of Supervillains murder Lana Lang and Jimmy Olsen when they’re defending the Fortress of Solitude. The Kryptonite Man takes out Krypto but not before he’s bitten to death by him. Brainiac usurp’s Lex Luthor’s body. And the one responsible for the carnage turns out to be a bored Mister Mxyzptlk, because “a funny little man in a derby hat” doesn’t work in the eighties anymore. Next issue Byrne would come and reboot Superman as Superyuppie.

Thirtyplus years on it’s all just as silly as the Silver Age Supes it was saying farewell too and a darn sight more offensive. The combination of nostalgia and carnage would be a prelude of some of DC’s worst instincts during the next three decades, constantly killing off, rebooting and killing off again. In hindsight, I like the imaginary stories of Mr and Mrs Superman much better.

The internet has not been kind to me today

First up, can we please stop it with the 9/11 hysteria already. Yes, it’s the tenth anniversary, yes it’s an important turning point in recent world history and a raw wound for a great many people still, but can’t it all be done a little bit more dignified and restrained? Every television channel seems the need to come up with its own unique 9/11 spin and it’s getting sick making. I can’t imagine how bad the family and friends of those who died that day must feel right now, having this shoved in their faces 24/7 this week…

Second, this is the week that Michael S. Hart died. Who he? Just the founder of Project Gutenberg, who had a simple vision: make public domain books freely available on the internet. For all your Google Books or Internet Archives, Hart thought of it first, back in 1971. He was an avatar of the old skool, not for profit internet, seeing it as something that would enrich people’s lives, not something to make himself rich. He’ll be missed.

Superman in his new costume

Third, you should never tug on Superman’s cape, but that hasn’t stopped Jim Lee and DC comics from “improving” it. It’s not just that it now looks like a thirteen year old’s idea of what a cool costume should look like, but that it looks like what a thirteen year old twenty years ago would think was cool. All it misses is some goddamn ankle pouches. DC should know better than to try for the hip, edgy look: it’s constitutionally incapable of doing so. Superman’s costume is a design classic, something that has been able to stay iconic and classy for decades with only little tweaks. It doesn’t need to be chucked just because some nerd can’t live with the underpants over his trousers jokes anymore.

Fourth, well, this:

Horatio brought him his sword. “Laertes is looking for you,” he said.
“I don’t have time for Laertes. He must know I didn’t mean to kill his father,” Hamlet said.
“It’s not his father,” said Horatio. “It’s his sister.”
“Ophelia? I didn’t touch her.”
“She killed herself. Walked out into the sea, dressed in her heaviest gown. A funeral gown. Two soldiers went in after her, and a boat was launched, but when they brought her body back, she was dead.”
“And for that he wants to kill me?”

Orson Scott Card “improves” Hamlet and makes it all about teh gay menace. The homophobia is expected and you can feel some pity for Card being so messed up in the head by his church, as by now it should be quite clear that he himself is the biggest old queer to ever force himself into the closet, but the sheer arrogance of wanting to adapt Shakespeare for our times? Ugh. Have some antidote:



That’s better.

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.