The Ghosts of Krypton
For Memorial Day, I went to the birthplace of Superman.
I drove to a neighborhood called Glenville on the east side of Cleveland. There, at 10622 Kimberly Ave, is former home of one Jerry Siegel. It was in this house where he and his buddy Joe Shuster created on of the greatest icons in world culture.
This is the place where Superman was born.
Last year, author Brad Meltzer and a group of comic fans raised over $100,000 to renovate the birthplace of the most famous fictional character of the twentieth century. He pointed out, quite fairly, the City of Cleveland was letting the house rot, and that it was going to come down to the fans to save it.
And save it, they did.
Now, there’s a sign out front, and a plaque that tells you what you’re looking it. But unless you knew to come here, you’d never know it existed.
The house is both inspirational and heartbreaking at the same time. It’s wonderful that a bunch of people pitched in to raise money to save it. At the same time, the neighborhood is a mess. The vacant, boarded-up houses nearby are rotting; one had a sign to ward off looters: “NO COPPER. PVC PLUMBING ONLY.”
There are no fast food joints here. No large-chain gas stations. No Seven-Elevens. Hardly any business at all.
If there was ever a place that needed a hero, Glenville is it.
And yet, sitting there in my car, looking at the house, I was inspired. Two kids, two poor, frustrated, hormone-addled high-school kids created something wonderful there. That deserves some respect. That deserves some homage; some reverence.
Superman’s fame isn’t tawdry; it isn’t cheap. Unlike Batman, it isn’t born from angst and darkness. Superman is one of the most rare creations: he’s famous for being the Good Guy. There’s a purity to Superman that is utterly lacking in most pop culture icons. It’s his signature, his staying power; it’s why people still look to this fictional character with hope.
These two kids took a man and gave him three things: 1) Morals, 2) Strength, and 3) Bulletproof Skin1. That’s it. That was the formula. Hardly original. In fact, other parts of the Superman myth were cribbed entirely from other sources. Doc Savage, for instance, was known as the Man of Bronze and had a Fortress of Solitude. Superman was not created in a vacuum…he was a mashup of things that came before, and he is greater than the sum of his parts.
As a creative guy, this gives me hope. There is a myth of originality that creative folks cling to, as if there is anything new under the yellow sun. All we can do is remix and recast not only without shame, but also without guile.
And greatness? Superman achieved worldwide acclaim and recognition. The Siegel and Shuster families, however, have been fighting for the rights to Superman for years.
And the house in Glenville, where the two boys drew on old pieces of wallpaper, nearly passed away entirely.
The house serves as both inspiration and cautionary tale. It is both despair and hope, both dread and faith.
And between those, it endures.
Just like all of us.
(Click below to read the plaque)
(Originally published on Unquiet Desperation)
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