I became aware of Raymond McDaniel’s book Special Powers and Abilities when I heard him being interviewed on a show called Living Writers, broadcast on the University of Michigan’s radio station, WCBN-FM. (If you want to listen, it’s the episode that aired on 2013-01-30.) I like to listen to Living Writers when I’m driving from one office to another at the end of my workday. I’m only ever able to catch the last half of the program (if I don’t miss it entirely) but I find it an intensely enjoyable experience – the guests are consistently fantastic, and the host is perfectly infuriating, a combination of nervous and eager to please that puts her guests just on edge enough to create some great moments.
As luck would have it, the show I caught that Wednesday was split into two segments – the first on Raymond McDaniel’s new book Saltwater Empire, and the second his other recent project, Special Powers and Abilities. I only caught the final third of the show, and was intrigued by an odd claim on McDaniel’s part. When asked about the topic of his third book, he said it was a book entirely inspired by the Legion of Super-Heroes, which is “… the longest running serial narrative of the 20th century.” That statement made zero sense to me (surely Superman, out of whose pages Superboy and, via Superboy, the Legion of Super-Heroes, was born, is a longer running narrative?) but McDaniel’s soothing voice kept going, informing me that he is a lifelong comic book reader, someone who buys the new issues of his favorite series every Wednesday at Vault of Midnight, someone who Knows About Comics.
That sense of authenticity (based in reality or otherwise) thoroughly permeates Special Powers and Abilities. McDaniel writes his poems as a person intimately familiar with the intricacies and stupidities of decades upon decades of the Legion of Super-Heroes, and at any given point it’s not quite clear whether he’s mocking it or lauding it. Ironically, I approach his book as the opposite of his anticipated reader – I am very well acquainted with comics and with the Legion of Superheroes, but I have only a passing knowledge of poetry. As such, I don’t feel comfortable writing a direct critique of the poetry in this book, because poetry is something I have very little experience with reading critically. I’m a casual reader of poetry at best, and while I have immense admiration for good poetry, I’m not quite able to vocalize what I like or don’t like about many poems.
I am able to say that McDaniel’s layout is both hilarious and compulsive. First, the book is exactly 100 pages long and separated into three “chapters,” Gold, Silver, and Bronze, in homage to the 100 page specials DC frequently used to compile old and new material. Short poems introduce each character individually, and are presented in boxes, echoing the “roll call” pages ubiquitous in comics of the period. Some of the poems represent narrative trends (“Braniac 5 Loves Supergirl”) and some represent individual issues (“The Hero Who Hated The Legion!” [Superboy #216, April 1976]). McDaniel is an adept poet, and the poems do a good job of introducing the simultaneous idiocy and ambition of the Legion stories. I like the poems best where they’re critical of their source material, as with “The Hero Who Hated The Legion!”
“…but here’s Science Fiction Liberia
whose lone hero is one angry black man
whose superpower is to raise his voice.”
The weakest poems for me are ones that try to explain inter-character relationships too straightforwardly. I’m often torn between thinking that McDaniel is satirizing the simplicity of these children’s comics and that McDaniel is honestly looking for true sentiment, but when I read,
“Braniac 5 thought of everything
he could think of Supergirl except what he was going to say
to Supergirl.”
I can’t help reading it in the same sort of mental voice with which I read the early Mad Magazine parodies of children’s primers. It’s not that I think McDaniel shouldn’t point out the obvious ironies of the storylines he’s addressing, but when compared to some of the more investigative and critical writing in the book, I find it less interesting. I don’t think McDaniel’s missteps (if there really are any) have to do with a lack of understanding of these characters, of course. He obviously knows a lot more about the Legion than I do, and his knowledge and willingness to read into so many years worth of these comics makes him a fairly reliable guide through their universe.
McDaniel’s book is worth a read (or several) and I find myself returning again and again to his poetry. I would say the most incredible trick McDaniel pulls off is actually making me want to revisit the Legion of Super-Heroes books. Somehow, through his simultaneously mythic and satirical poetry, McDaniel makes me feel nostalgia for a series of books I found tedious even as a child. I would compare the tone of his book to Alan Moore’s farewell to Superman, Whatever Happened to the Man of Tomorrow? McDaniel’s writing adopts much the same tone that Moore’s does, both of them full of earnest appreciation for and criticism of the source material, dressed in Curt Swan and George Perez trappings that evoke just the right sense of nostalgia in the reader. McDaniel’s writing seems to call back to a rich, diverse, fascinating universe that I don’t really believe exists, but his assertion that it does is enough. I recommend this book as an interesting fusion of artforms and as an example of some of the nicest and most thoughtful layouts I’ve seen in a poetry book.



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To paraphrase Miles Davis (sort of), “that Tyroc is a bad-ass mothafucka”
“the longest running serial narrative of the 20th century.” That statement made zero sense to me ”
It’s certainly factually incorrect. But like you state, is he completely serious about it or is there some sort of “wink wink nudge nudge” going on? I could understand if he’s exorcising something that he was really into as a child. It doesn’t sound like something that will yield long-term artistic dividends for him.
He definitely said it straightforwardly – you can hear it in the archived radio show. He could be a really subtle troll, but given the venue, it seems like an odd lie to consciously tell.
There’s a really whimsical sense to the whole book, so I would file that statement under “whimsy” as well. His other books are incredibly serious, and quite sad, so this seems like the project he used to unwind.
Maybe he meant to include it as a part of the larger Superman narrative.
For me Legion has always been kind of head-scratching, as in, “How come the heroes of the future are so much worse than the heroes of the present?”
either way, there’s at least half a dozen newspaper comic strips that have been going longer. yeah, yeah, I know get back in your wheelchair, gramps, the kids don’t care about Snuffy Smith nowadays, it’s all Legion of Superheroes this and Nintendo that with the hippety-hop music
The kids sure do love that Legion of Superheroes
It’s funny, I have zero interest in the subject of this post, but I enjoyed it. And that’s because Jacob has a gift of making his writing so personal. I enjoy Vom Marlowe’s posts for the same reason: a fresh, individual voice.
I’d not heard of Raymond McDaniel, so thank you. I just ordered his book. Superhero poetry is a bizarre little sub-sub-subgenre my wife and I are interested in. If you like McDaniel, here are some of his literary teammates:
http://thepatronsaintofsuperheroes.wordpress.com/2012/04/16/mild-mannered-poets-by-day/
Jones: Right? I don’t know if I’ve ever met anyone in real life who would earnestly say that they like the Legion of Super-Heroes, but some must theoretically exist…
Alex: Thank you! I’m very flattered!
Chris: I’m glad you did – it’s definitely worth a read. Thanks for the link – some really interesting stuff!
I liked the Legion of Super-Heroes. Not always, but most of the time. There was a lot to like. Brainiac 5 was my first introduction to the idea that sometimes really, really smart people are, shall we say, precariously balanced. Chameleon Boy was frequently dealt a bad hand, but instead of raging at fate, he would simply adapt and overcome. He never felt sorry for himself (in my memory), and he always seemed to treat other people well despite his troubles. Dream Girl taught me that sometimes a nap is the best response to a problem. Princess Projectra taught me that perception can be as important as reality. Shrinking Violet was endearingly cute in every incarnation. Colossal Lad might have been the first openly Jewish superhero, and I remember thinking that was pretty neat. Chuck Taine (Bouncing Boy) was a schlub who made a mistake. The mistake gave him a unique and silly talent. Instead of being embarrassed, Chuck figured out how to use it to get the respect of his peers and the pretty (and likable!) girl(s). What comic geek can’t admire that? Speaking of women, they had almost as many women as men on the team way back in the seventies, and sometimes the women were in charge.
They also had real martyrs who stayed dead for decades, and to whom they regularly paid homage. They showed self-sacrifice, and that heroism is inherently dangerous work. The Legion’s founders were even inspired by the heroes of our era. All that showed that the good we do can live after us, Shakespeare notwithstanding.
They provided great continuity porn back before we were flooded with it. Laurel Kent was a descendant of Superman who later turned out to be a Manhunter robot. Mordru, Brainiac and the Green Lantern Corps showed up a thousand years older. Did you know that the Legion once discovered that the Greek gods had actually been Durlan shape-shifters in disguise? They wouldn’t go so far as to say the myths were based on the Durlans, but the Durlans at least visited Earth and exploited them.
I loved the cheesy, completely earnest code names. I loved the Legion of Substitute Heroes. And the mere existence of Matter-Eater Lad as an in-continuity character always made me smile. Did you know they had a villain named Satan Girl? And we’re talking decades ago.
Paul Levitz’ and Keith Giffen’s Darkness Saga was the best. Darkseid returned and used cloned twentieth century heroes as minions Not only was there unparalleled continuity porn, but there were moments of real drama and even terror. At one point, a creepy and murderous child with all the powers of Superman was searching an otherwise depopulated planet for a powerless Chameleon Boy. Then he looked right through Chameleon Boy with his x-ray vision. Reep Daggle could do nothing but hide and wait (and pray? I don’t remember). He survived only because the kid didn’t know how to control his powers yet. It was a credible outcome to a chilling, Hitchcock-esque vignette.
To Jacob Canfield and Raymond McDaniel, thanks for making me think of all this. Long Live the Legion.
I think I made Bouncing Boy sound calculating and manipulative. I should’ve said that Chuck helped people and thereby won the respect of his peers and got the girl(s).