Further up and further in!
- Riots continue in the Ballymurphy estate in Belfast between Catholic residents and the British Army
- Midnight Cowboy won the Academy Award for best picture
- Ironically, John Wayne won best actor for an actual cowboy picture, True Grit
- The Beatles officially broke up
- Apollo 13 announces, in one of history’s most amazing examples of understatement, “Houston, we’ve got a problem”
- Muammar Gaddafi started the “Green Revolution” in Libya
- 50,000 US & South Vietnamese troops invade Cambodia
We’re still in pretty troubled waters here and will be for the foreseeable future, though I think the Beatles breaking up is an interesting yardstick for our progress out of the 60s and into the 70s. Of course, the first few years of every decade tend to be more like the previous one than the one they actually inhabit. We’re seeing that trend write small in the development of superhero comics this year.
This month’s #1 song evenly split between the Beatles’ “Let it Be” and the Jackson 5’s
“ABC.” Double points for the rhyme! Man, how far there is to go for little Michael Jackson. Poor little weirdo. Say what you will about him, but he could sing.
Well, that sets the stage, but what about the main feature? Well, we’ve got a rather short month, having lost a few titles. I’m particularly sad that Strange Adventures stop printing new Adam Strange stories, as they were really hitting a nice stride.
Roll Call (You can see everything published this month HERE)
- Action Comics #387
- Aquaman #50
- Detective Comics #398
- Green Lantern #76 (First issue of Green Lantern/Green Arrow)
- Superman #225
- Teen Titans #26
Bonus!: The Space Museum
Bolded entries are covered in this post, the others will be covered soon.
Action Comics #387
Cover Artist: Curt Swan
Writer: Cary Bates
Penciler: Curt Swan
Inker: George Roussos
“One Hero Too Many!”
Writer: E. Nelson Bridwell
Penciler: Win Mortimer
Inker: Jack Abel
Our journey into the distant future with the never more appropriately named Man of Tomorrow continues in this, the third installment of our story. The cover, though nice and dramatic, represents only a fairly minor incident in this tale. The story itself is that somewhat frustrating mixture of fascinating and frustrating. We see some particularly good character work with Superman this issue, courtesy of Bates, but we also see one of the more ridiculous (and maybe just a tad sacrilegious?) super-feats I’ve encountered in my comic reading tenure.
This chapter of Superman’s enforced future exile begins with his discovering a number of astronauts floating in space in capsules of suspended animation. The Man of Steel rescues them by flying them through a “rainbow sun,” because Carey Bates apparently doesn’t understand how light works, and, though clumsily expressed, we get a good moment that sets the tone for the rest of the episode, as Superman thinks to himself that “this would have thrilled me once, an eternity ago! Now even the most spectacular feats don’t give me a charge! I’m just tired of doing my thing!” It seems a bit uncharacteristic for Clark to refer to saving lives as “doing his thing,” but the wistfulness, the ennui of a man forever banished from his home, and now aged and facing the prospect of an eternal, anchorless life, is what gives this issue its emotional weight.
Once rescued, the astronauts naturally have some questions, being chronal refugees themselves, after a fashion, having been in suspended animation for 5,000 years. Superman has no time for such light weights and, in a really lovely panel, with unusual detail and depth for Swan (‘m thinking Russos’ inking should get some credit here), the Man of Tomorrow blows them off and heads for space, not even bothering to flag down a passing spacecraft, just burning out a component with his heat-vision to force them to stop. Now that’s an example of super-dickery if ever there was one, but I feel it is somewhat justified by the emotional turmoil that Superman is dealing with.
We get a brief summary of the story so far, which ends with a nice panel of the Time Trapper secretly observing his hapless victim. The Man of Might then pays a visit to the Earth of this distant future, and he finds a grim sight awaiting him. The planet is completely dead. We get a neat, subtle (for the period) note at this point, where Clark remarks that he should have guessed as much “after a million years of pollution, war, and untold abuses from man.” Once again, we find the thread of environmentalism being weaved into these comics, which is even more surprising given the generally traditional tone of these Superman books.
Well, Earth is dead and of no use to anyone, so the galactic cleanup crew arrives to dispose of it in the form of two massive, moon-sized robots. Superman, being rather sentimental about his adopted world and not entirely in his right mind tries to drive them off, but finds the massive machines entirely unfazed by his efforts. A frontal assault having proved useless, he heads inside their giant heads, crossing wires and generally mucking things up. He turns them both into gigantic electromagnets of the same polarity, causing them to repel each other with great violence. It’s a clever solution, and it is nice to see Superman not simply juggle these planetoid sized automatons…but then Bates blows it by having our hero juggle a planet instead.
Or rather, bring one to life. In a ridiculous series of pages, Superman carves the dead world in two by drilling through it again and again, splitting it in two…though how exactly that’s supposed to lead to a world reborn is a bit beyond me. Next Superman uses his…*sigh* super lungs to collect fresh atmosphere, gathers new vegetation, and new animals, all from alien worlds.
Finally, and this is really more than a little troublesome if you think about it for more than five seconds, the Man of Steel steals a freaking family of neanderthal-like creatures, cave and all, flies them through space, and deposits them, entirely alone, on a new and alien planet. Just so that he can play God to a new Garden of Eden. Of course, his version of a supreme being is definitely the watchmaker type, because he’s off again on his wanderings the next moment, leaving these poor, displaced primitive folks to almost certainly die on this new world without a tribe to help them survive. Not to mention, it’s just a mother, father, and a son. It’s not like this new race can go beyond the second generation.
Good job, Superman. I’m beginning to think that maybe Lex has been right about you all these years. And speaking of the smartest man on Earth, we get a rather neat flashback to an aged Luthor visiting the Superman museum back in the past, where he reflects that he never believed his nemesis was dead, nor would he believe it without seeing a body. He knows he is nearing the end of his days, but the inventor is unwilling to let his hatred die with him, so he creates a small spacecraft, empowered by his own final breath, to hunt Superman across the stars and through the centuries. Its’ a really cool scene, and it totally works for Luthor. I rather like the idea of Lex being unable to let go, knowing that HE did not kill Superman, no matter what might have happened to his foe. It’s a great story beat.
This weapon has been traveling the spaceways for the last million years, improving its technology and pursuing its neverending search. I’m reminded of Amazo from JLU, where he just kept adapting until he because practically unstoppable. Well, the device happens to come across the Metropolis Marvel in his meanderings and strikes him down. Our hero is saved from the very brink of death by the robotic healer from the cover, and we get another nice character moment, as Superman derides the futuristic physician for saving his life, as he would have welcomed the release of death. Now, once more, he finds himself in the same position, directionless, ageless, and deathless. It’s a real curse of eternal life moment.
Back in the land of the living, despite his wishes, Superman pursues Lex’s weapon and destroys it by luring it into a massive comet. Then…well, then the story gets weird. I know, I know, you’re thinking, ‘wasn’t it already weird, with that whole reviving a dead planet thing?’ That’s a reasonable question, but at least that made sense in a Silver-Agey way. This ending, though? Well, I’m thinking that maybe Bates wrote himself into a corner. So, how does he wrap up this tale and bring Superman home?
He has him re-live his entire life. That’s right. Superman flies far enough into the future that he suddenly wakes up again as a baby, living through his ENTIRE LIFE a second time, unable to change anything or deviate in any way from what happened. Think about the Hell that would be for a moment. Every mistake you ever made, every stupid thing you ever said, every embarrassing moment you ever experienced, you get a second chance at every single one of them, but you can’t change a single thing! Wow, I’m going to go ahead and say, I think that may be worse than living forever. Of course, it also makes no darn sense. Now, don’t get me wrong; I’m fine with the whole ‘time is curved’ concept. It’s the out I was expecting, but why would Superman just pop back into his original life as an observer? It’s just a bizarre story choice.
The story finally ends with him observing the empty platform that the malfunctioning time bubble had occupied and considering his adventure. It’s really a weak, weird ending for a story that held a surprising amount of promise. On the whole, this is another very uneven issue, containing some great moments and some off-putting ones, with some just plain odd ones sprinkled in for flavor. The pathos of Luthor hounding his greatest enemy even beyond the end of his life is a great boost to the tale, and Superman’s despair over his fate is rather touching in a few moments. The problems with the recreation of Earth and the tacked-on, madness-inducing resolution weigh the story down, as does the fact that the Time Trapper’s roll in all of this remains entirely undiscovered and unpunished. That wouldn’t bother me if we had checked in with him one more time to let him “win,” having tortured his enemy, even if he hadn’t completely trapped him. As it is, this just seems like Bates ran out of pages and interest. Still, there are elements here of something grander. I’ll give it 2.5 Minutemen out of 5.
“One Hero Too Many”
Our Legion backup tale for this month is, for once, not markedly better than the headliner, being a by-the-numbers mystery where all the Legionnaires are working against each other to try to sacrifice themselves so their fellows don’t have to. I’m beginning o lose track of how many Legion stories like this I’ve read. This particular iteration has the distinction of involving politics and taxes, which is a new angle for me. Basically, the Legion is meeting to test a teleportation device when the head of the future Earth’s equivalent of the IRS shows up, saying the team needs to pay taxes on this new gadget!
This is quite a surprise, as the Legion is a tax-free outfit, but this fellow informs them that such organizations are limited to 25 members, while they have 26. The rest of the story consists of the Legionnaires fighting to fall on the sword of resignation. They each claim to be more useless than the last, though I’ve got to say I think Bouncing Boy probably wins that particular argument…
As you might be able to tell, this story bored me a bit. There’s really not a whole lot to it, the central conflict being about an unknown person sabotaging all of the Legion’s efforts to pick a member to drop. They try to draw lots, only to have them burst into inextinguishable flames. Next, Brainy has his super computer calculate who has done the least super feats in the last year, only to have it select him!
Supergirl insists on taking his place as the odd woman out, but she is stopped by the story’s strangest moment, as the Legion of Super Pets show up and insist that if she goes, they go. Wow. Is there a more Silver-Agey concept than the Legion of Super pets? I honestly can’t think of one. I can’t decide what’s sillier, a superpowered horse or a superpowered monkey…or maybe it’s the idea that a cat with superpowers would be a hero rather than a villain. (Hey! Don’t throw things at me; I’m a cat person, but you have to admit that the latter is WAY more likely..)
The issue ends with Superboy getting caught red-handed in an act of sabotage, revealing he was behind all of the others. He hands in his resignation and refuses to tell his future teammates WHY. Interestingly enough, he doesn’t tell the reader either. The Teen of Steel bids a rather steamy goodbye to Duo Damsel, and then he heads back to his home time, leaving the Legion wondering why he resigned.
This is a rather generic story, with nothing that interesting going on. None of the Legionnaires evince all that much personality either, other than Duo Damsel at the very end. Any story that the Super Pets show up in is going to suffer in my eyes. Given the promising notes in the headline story, this one feels like even more of a relic of the Silver Age. I think it will also merit 2.5 Minutemen.
Cover Artist: Nick Cardy
Writer: Steve Skeates
Penciler: Jim Aparo
Inker: Jim Aparo
Letterer: Jim Aparo
Editor: Dick Giordano
“Deadman Rides Again!”
Writer: Neal Adams
Penciler: Neal Adams
Inker: Neal Adams
Editor: Dick Giordano
Now here we go! While this issue isn’t perfect, it is definitely just flat-out beautiful! We’ve got the ideal Aquaman artist and the definitive Bronze Age artist together in a single issue, Jim Aparo and Neal Adams, teaming up to tell an intertwined tale about Aquaman and Deadman. Of course, I’m also simply always excited to cover an Aquaman story by the SAG team. This issue was covered by that home to all Aqua-awesomeness, The Aquaman Shrine, and I’ll be drawing on some of Rob Kelly’s boundless expertise on this subject.
Let’s start with that dynamite cover! I love that long-time Aqua-artist Nick Cardy, who always produced truly beautiful books during his tenure on the title is still around to create our covers here at this later date. I don’t know that I’ve ever seen a Cardy cover that I didn’t like. The man always seemed to bring something compelling and dynamic to his composition, and this particular offering is no exception. We have this really intriguing image of Aquaman being attacked by this strange substance from an even stranger city, all against that stark white background. It’s beautifully rendered and quite striking. I’d certainly have plunked down my $0.15 (just 15 cents! Even calculated for inflation, that’s barley a dollar today. Why are we paying 4 bucks for a 15 page comic these days?) for this comic. How could you not want to know what was going on inside?
And speaking of that very topic, let’s dive (I’m sorry, I’m sorry!) right in! This issue demonstrates, perhaps as well as any I’ve read, the power of Jim Aparo’s visual imagination. Throughout it is designed in fascinating, psychedelic fashion, and the reader’s disorientation in strange and alien landscapes recreates that of our hero as he journeys into worlds unknown. We start with a splash page that hints at what is to come, and then we are dumped straight into a bizarre world that defies explanation or description. Instead of wasting my words, I’ll just add an image of the strange vista that greets the Sea King as he recovers his senses.
He thinks back, trying to piece together how he ended up in this place, and we are treated to several panels of Aparo’s wonderfully fluid illustrations of the Undersea Aces in aquatic motion. You really get a sense of their grace and power as they swim along.
They quickly spy Ocean Master and Mera, still in parley as we left them in the last issue, and before Aquaman can finish his challenge to his villainous brother, Ocean Master interrupts, swearing that his intentions are honorable. In fact, he is there to warn Monarch of the Oceans about “Them!” Orm declares that, for the first time in years, his mind is clear, and he remembers that Aquaman is his brother; unfortunately, this realization came too late, and he made a deal with “Them” to kill his sibling turned enemy. Before he can explain the threat, a strange craft arrives, disgorging even stranger looking creatures armed with sinister devices. Aquaman moves to defend himself, but he’s too late! In a really striking panel, the Sea King is consumed by an inky black ray that literally splashes the page with obscuring ink.
We return to the “present,” where our Submarine hero is “swimming” through the air of the alien world in which he has awakened. He comes upon a vast, amoebic lifeform with a single, cyclopean eye. The creature pursues Arthur, and his strength and telepathy seem useless. Suddenly, he finds that he is not alone in his fight, as a pretty young woman in odd garb opens fire on the beast. Aquaman tries to contact her telepathically, but to no avail. He takes the weapon from her and strikes the monster in its eye, only to have the girl shove him to cover as it explodes!
After he regains his senses, Aquaman begins to hear a telepathica “echo,” a distant, garbled signal, which is actually a familiar name! This begins a nice little game that Aparo plays throughout the issue, hiding references in the “noise” of this bizarre world. Let me also take a moment here and point out how refreshing it is to have our hero go to a world where there would be no reason for the inhabitants to speak English, and to have that actually be followed up in the story. It’s a minor point, but it’s nice to see Skeates is on top of that type of detail.
As the Sea King pursues the “sound,” desperate to find a way home to Mera and his kingdom, he discovers that his lovely protector is following him, right to a wondrous and outlandish alien city that sees to stretch in all directions. If this were a Lovecraft story, I’m pretty sure that the sight would tear Aquaman’s mind asunder, but our hero is made of stern stuff, and he takes the strangeness of this pace in stride.
Again he finds the inhabitants of this world “deaf” to his telepathic pleas, so he continues to pursue the “sound” he heard before, which lead him to a large building, but it is guarded! Aquaman, plans to rush the guard, awash in garbled telepathic signals that are actually a whole set of names, featuring the best and brightest at DC! The SAG team is featured, as are many, many others. See how many you can pick out!
The guard responds by firing, seemingly blindly, and his gun discharges those very same bizarre green bubbles from the cover. Aquaman laughs them off, until the coat him, sapping his strength and threatening to bring him down. He shakes them off in a really lovely sequence, diving once more for the guard before he can fire another salvo, and lays a tremendous looking blow on him.
Once Aquaman reaches the interior of the structure, he discovers that it is, in fact, a temple, the one place where the inhabitants of this mad city are willing to “converse” telepathically, since they believe that communication is sacred.
Arthur learns that the people of this world have no conception of planets, stars, or anything beyond their own realm. The girl tells the hero that their leader is the only one who might be able to aid him, and that is where the first half of our story ends!
This is, as I said, not a perfect issue, but it is a darn good one. It is very creative, with a mysterious delima, fascinating new setting, and subtle but consistent characterization for Aquaman. This is an inventive tale, especially visually, and you can really see the SAG team starting to hit their stride. They’re doing new and exciting things, and they are putting out stories that are definitely of the Bronze, rather than the Silver Age. I’ll give it 4.5 Minutemen.
“Deadman Rides Again!”
A particularly neat feature of this and the next two issues is that they include a set of backup Deadman stories drawn and plotted by none other than Neal Adams himself! What is particularly cool about this arrangement is that editor Dick Giordano was not one to do things by half measures, so he wove the Deadman stories into the main Aquaman narrative. The Aquaman Shrines’ Mr. Kelly writes that this decision was made in order to give Aparo a chance to get caught up on his deadlines, and I think it is fortunate for us that it did, as we get a really unique story. It’s a rarity when a backup and a main feature overlap like this, and the pairing here is a particularly fun and unlikely.
This chapter of our tale opens in the mystical land of Nanda Parbat, where the restless Boston Brand prepares to resume his identity as Deadman in a quixotic attempt to fight evil and balance the cosmic scales. He has a trippy, fascinatingly drawn conversation with the powerful…spirit…god…thing? Rama Kushna. This gives us one of my favorite panels in the book, a wonderful conflation of Deadman’s blank visage with the diving submarine of the Ocean Master.
Kushna informs Brand that he can begin his quest, but first he must address a danger that threatens the entire world, and she points him towards the aquatic villain without much more explanation. Deadman pops in on Orm and plays fly on the wall long enough to observe him plant some sort of device and meet with a bizarre pair of aliens near a otherworldly craft. I’m not crazy about the design of these aliens, as they are a bit too Silve Age-y for my tastes, but I’ll be darned if they don’t look quite striking in Adam’s stark pencils.
During this villainous tete-a-tete, Deadman learns that Orm has made a deal to have Aquaman killed, and he pursues Ocean Master to warn the Sea King. In trying to take over Orm’s mind, Boston finds a small piece of it inaccessible, and in his efforts to break in, he inadvertently releases the blocked memories of the villain’s true family ties. Thus, Orm recovers his memories and rushes off to warn his brother, bringing that portion of the plot back up to speed with the main tale.
I know folks make fun of Orm’s stylized helmet, but I’ve always rather liked it. The design is very unique, and when streamlined as it was in later years, it makes for a great look for the villain.
One crisis averted, Deadman heads back to the aliens’ base, but they seem to be aware of spirits like him. Before they can act, he discovers their plan, which is to reduce the intelligence of the Earth’s population drastically in order to make them more tractable. I’m not the first to say this, but the current political climate really makes me wonder if a similar plan succeeded in our world. The aliens quickly realize what is going on when the intangible hero starts possessing them, and they have a defense on board for just such an occasion! They release a bizarre looking creature that resembles a cross between a monkey and a cat, with huge, hypnotic eyes. It tears Deadman free of his host, and casts him into…”Noplace!” There our tale ends.
This is an interesting story, though we don’t get a whole lot of plot. Fortunately, it can ride the narrative coat-tails of the main feature, so it doesn’t suffer much in that department. The art is, of course, superb, and we get several really captivating page and panel designs. It is appropriately moody and psychedelic for a Deadman story, despite the slightly goofy alien designs. I’ll give it a 4 out of 5, mostly for its role in the larger tale.
Detective Comics #398
Executive Editor: Carmine Infantino
Cover Artist: Neal Adams
Writer: Frank Robbins
Penciler: Bob Brown
Inker: Joe Giella
Editor: Julius Schwartz
Writer: Frank Robbins
Penciler: Gil Kane
Inker: Vince Colletta
Editor: Julius Schwartz
This issue of Detective comics is something of a rarity, being a better Bruce Wayne story than it is a Batman story. It isn’t a bad Batman tale, but it just has a few character moments for Bruce out of the mask that I particularly enjoyed. We start off with a lovely metaphoric Neal Adams cover, so lovely that I wonder if the Bob Brown artwork inside might have been a bit of a letdown to kids who paid their change without thumbing through it ahead of time. Brown is a fine, solid artist, but his action is a bit stiff, and he’s certainly no match for Adams.
The story itself begins in an airplane winging its way west as a couple of stewardesses try approach Bruce Wayne’s seat, hungry for an autograph. Bruce, traveling incognito in a pair of all-disguising sunglasses (taking disguise tips from Clark, are we?), thinks they’re after him, and there is a fun little subversion of that which gives him a slight touch of humility as they ask the lady beside him for her John Hancock. It turns out she is the famous, or perhaps more accurately, INfamous author of a new smutty, tell-all scandal book about Hollywood’s best and brightest. This prompts a rather surprising and interesting exchange between this woman, Maxine Melanie, and our Un-Caped Crusader.
She offers to sign his copy, and Bruce responds rather stiffly, assuring the overconfident lady that he “wouldn’t be seen dead reading your book!” She responds that he’s alone, as her work will soon be splashed all over the big screen thanks to the very studio our hero is on his way to visit. Our scene shifts to said studio, and we get a continuation of that theme, which I find most intriguing.
Wayne storms into the studio and demands that they kill this movie, declaring that no business of his will have anything to do with such trash. The executives respond by asking him if he’s even read the book, a fair point, and one that Bruce concedes, offering to read the work in question. The plot begins to pick up here, but honestly, this short scene is the portion of the issue that caught my attention. I really enjoyed the fact that Bruce Wayne was concerned with, not only murder, mayhem, and such other obvious evils, but was also with morality on a smaller scale. He intends that he and his businesses should be a force for good, moral good as well as practical good, in the world.
That’s an excellent little touch. That’s a hero, someone who isn’t just saving lives, but who is trying to live a morally exemplary life himself. Not only that, but when he is challenged about the book, he immediately recognizes the point and agrees to read it. That’s a reasonable, thoughtful response. This is not the emotionally crippled sociopath that is the modern Batman. I know this may seem prudish to a modern audience, but I really appreciate a character that is not simply a moral relativist. How completely alien for heroes today who are, as often as not, devoid of all real virtue. It’s sad that these days it’s not even possible to differentiate heroes from their villains by their being unwilling to kill.
Anyway, as for the plot itself, Bruce ends up having to go to a bookstore to get the book, as the studio’s advance copy is missing, and he finds the arrogant author there doing a signing. Suddenly, she is murdered with a poisoned pen by a surprisingly spry granny who throws Wayne for a loop when he tries to stop her. The murderer is clearly someone in disguise, and thus begins the real mystery. We see some of the stiffness in Brown’s art in the action of this page.
Well, this hated writer had a long list of enemies, but at the top of said list are the Hollywood luminaries skewered in her book, a husband and wife along with an aging leading man. Batman finally makes his appearance and begins to investigate, discovering that the couple each try to take the fall for the other, the husband going so far as to attack the Dark Knight with a poker. Yet our hero is unconvinced.
On his way to interrogate the last fading star, he is attacked once again by the husband! Or rather, it LOOKS like the husband, but it turns out to be our third suspect, who, as well as being a talented actor, is also a master of disguise! This leads us to the other charming feature of this issue, which is the reveal that the star couple really do love one another, each having been willing to sacrifice their lives for their spouse. That’s a good ending.
So, thus ends a rather unusual Batman story, one that is not a particularly great BATMAN tale or a particularly excellent mystery, but which has some intriguing features that make it stand out as a character tale. I’ll give it 3.5 Minutemen, just for being interesting.
Here we have another rather disappointing Robin story, which is a shame, because I’ve been looking forward to these backups. The setup is certainly interesting. A Russian scientist is lecturing at Hudson University, and he has been presented with a moon rock by NASA. Of course, young Dick Grayson is in the audience for the lecture, but so is an antsy young man named Herb who is so paranoid he is wearing what looks like a homemade space suit in fear of radiation.
When the students approach the hunk of lunar geography it gives off a bizarre flash of green light, leaving the fretful teen a verdant shade of weird himself! This causes a lockdown of the school and fears of radiation and who knows what else.
Robin hits the scene and starts to check into this strange occurrence. He checks out the showers, where Herb was right before he started looking like a Martian, discovering some strangely scented soap. Just as he is starting to put things together, the lights go out and he is jumped by a mysterious figure!
Here’s where things get disappointing. Robin has a brief fight with this guy, and then he is taken down by one punch. Big hero. The issue ends with him recovering consciousness and with me once again saddened by the poor performance of a secondary member of the Bat family.
I really want to call this a head-blow, but unfortunately, it doesn’t quite make the grade.
I think that the really fun bit of this story, at least for me, is the Cold War and Space Race subtext to the issue. One of the students remarks that he’s surprised that the Russian scientist is working with NASA since his people lost the race to the Moon, and it struck me, here in 1970, the Moon landings were a very recent memory. We are not yet even an entire year on since mankind first walked on the Moon. Science fiction has only recently become science fact. This very month a real-life space opera was playing out above the nation’s collective heads in the form of Apollo 13’s struggle for survival. I’m not quite sure what to make of this realization yet, but I am quite sure it is significant. There is no doubt that it puts this whole era into somewhat sharper focus for me.
It is one of the strengths of man that we organize reality in our thoughts, but it can also be a weakness as we impose boundaries and borders, cutting off possibilities and preventing ourselves from seeing connections. Thus, to my mind, the Space Race was a phenomenon of the Sixties, something quite alien to the atmosphere of the 70s, yet here we are, in 1970 with these events very clearly part of the zeitgeist. This is a good lesson for me as a reader not to be too rigid in my thinking.
In the final analysis, the mystery of the moon fragment is an intriguing one, but Dick being dropped like a sack of potatoes doesn’t really seem worthy of the character. The subtext of Cold War tension adds a little something, but it’s still a sub-standard tale I’ll give it 2.5 Minutemen.
That’s it for this month. I hope you’ll join me again next week for the next league in our journey Into the Bronze Age!