The historic story of the death and return of Superman is collected in one massive hardcover volume featuring an all-new cover by pivotal creator Dan Jurgens, timed to coincide with the 20th anniversary of the event! The Death and Return of SupermanOmnibus includes the best-selling trade paperbacks The Death of Superman and The Return of Superman, as well as portions of World Without Superman, plus 40 pages of bonus extras including promotional material and product spotlight.
Dan Jurgens is an American comic book writer and artist. He is known for his work on the DC comic book storyline "The Death of Superman" and for creating characters such as Doomsday, Hank Henshaw, and Booster Gold. Jurgens had a lengthy run on the Superman comic books including The Adventures of Superman, Superman vol. 2 and Action Comics. At Marvel, Jurgens worked on series such as Captain America, The Sensational Spider-Man and was the writer on Thor for six years. He also had a brief run as writer and artist on Solar for Valiant Comics in 1995.
Wow -- talk about the perfect example of the difference between a story we fondly remember versus one that was actually, ya know, good. I was a teenager when this super-saga unfolded in 1992–93, and there was no greater reprieve from my adolescent angst than popping down to the local comic shop each Wednesday to pick up the current week's issue and discuss the events of the previous one with other eager fanboys. This was pure cliffhanger entertainment for kids, meant to be experienced in weekly installments: The more incrementally you read it, in fact, the more enjoyable it was... because Great Caesar's Ghost! this story does not withstand so much as a modicum of critical scrutiny when reviewed in its totality.
The Death and Return of Superman is awkwardly paced (Superman is both killed and resurrected without adequate buildup, all the more inexplicable given this storyline's thousand-page length), sloppily plotted (not surprising given how many writers contributed to it), nonsensical (good luck getting your head around the whole Reign of the Supermen thing), and loaded with clichéd dialogue -- balloon after balloon after balloon of it -- that redundantly expresses the same are-you-following-all-this? exposition and one-note emotional reactions again and again and again and again. I mean, seriously: The Death and Return of Superman has all the emotional depth, logistical believability, and thematic complexity of your average episode of Super Friends.
And though that may sound like a criticism, actually it isn't: The Death and Return of Superman stands as a great reminder that superheroes were (and should be) for children, who don't require logic or realism or even competent writing from their fantasy entertainment; comics never should have been coopted by a generation of middle-aged men who elevated slapdash ephemera like this to literature.
This sort of thing is fine for fourteen-year-olds who don't demand more from their fiction -- same as I didn't back in 1992 -- but how the hell did this ever achieve "classic" status? How is it grown adults hold this piece of spaghetti-flinging storytelling up as the exemplar of crossover-event comics, to say nothing of regarding it as a definitive entry in the Man of Steel's canon? It's pure costumed soap opera that was fun at the time, sure, but has little to offer in the way of rich characterization, elegant plotting, or meaningful thematics. It's a thousand pages of exciting artwork made to service a very thin conceptual premise–turned–overpadded narrative.
All of which is only made more starkly apparent by this hardcover compendium. When a storyline like this is collected in a single massive -- nigh biblical -- tome like this one, it suggests a literary legitimacy the pulpy chronicle within simply doesn't earn. It makes it seem like THIS STORY IS IMPORTANT -- that it carries some sort of cultural weight -- when it is in fact a compilation of serialized weekly adventures that were cranked out as quickly as possible with no preplanned narrative arc (other than killing him and bringing him back, of course), no coordinated attempt to give any of it logical or thematic cohesion, same as your grandma's afternoon soap. The Death of Superman isn't driven by plotting so much as propulsion, with the week-to-week-to-week momentum pushing the "story," such as it is, along to the next turn of events before you think too hard about the last narrative development.
Which is fine -- considering the juvenile readership it originally targeted. But let's be real: This storyline was nothing more than a thinly disguised publicity stunt masquerading as epic mythopoeia; DC Comics conceived it as the former, but it was the fans who extoled it as the latter -- who made it capital-I Important. It doesn't deserve that honor. It really just deserves to be relegated to the pop-cultural dustbin, to be forgotten about. It isn't too late. There's nothing wrong with saying, I enjoyed it at the time, but I've moved on to other things. Perhaps everyone who considers this a classic should be forced to reread it; maybe then Gen X would finally be ready to hand superheroes back to children.
Certainly the largest (by weight, anyway) comic I've ever read. The full death and return of Superman storyline is included, and while there's plenty of action and crossovers with other heroes, it's the middle section, known as the "World Without a Superman" storyline, that really gives weight to everything else. I'm still impressed that DC would devote so much space and time to the effects of their greatest hero's absence; Lois, especially, really carries this part. The return itself is okay, suspense-free since it's a predetermined conclusion, and the actual moment of return is sort of blown off in a bottom-of-page panel, which seemed strange. But it's the middle section, particularly the non-super characters like Lois, the Kents, and Bibbo, who will stick with you. A classic no matter what the weight.
In this 1,000-page brick you will find one solid writer (Louise Simonson), two interesting pencillers (Jon Bogdanove and Jackson Guice), one great inker (Denis Rodier), and one unique letterer (Albert de Guzman). The rest of it is mostly best left in the past.
Nostalgia read for me, and I really enjoyed it. The pacing was good with the slow build to the early climax that sets up the rest of the story. Some of the explanations for things are a little wacky, but I don't mind its a comic book! The ending also worked for me with only a few small bits in the final issues seeming weird and a little out of place.
The Death of Superman was one of my first comics. The rush of those stories for a 11y/o kid was real. Reading them all collected here makes me realize they don't all hold the test of time too well. Jurgens' stories and illustrations, along with Karl Kessel's illustrations, carry the weight.
DOS - mindless but pretty and easy to read - 3 stars Funeral of a friend - kind of a slog - 2.5 stars Reign of the Supermen (before alien invasion part) - okay - 3 stars Reign of the Supermen (after alien invasion part) - fun - 3.5 stars Overall: 3 stars
Mein erster Superman seit Kindheitstagen. Warum habe ich mir das angetan, wo ich den Kerl schon als 10-Jähriger nicht richtig leiden konnte? Eigentlich nicht ganz fair, den Wälzer zu bewerten, wo ich nur 10 Prozent gelesen habe. Aber die Handlung ist bislang so desaströs, dass ich mich nicht weiter durch das Buch quälen will. Muskeln, Muskeln, Muskeln... über 100 Seiten wird immer wieder mächtig draufgehauen und die Kernfrage ist einzig und allein: wer hat den Größeren(Muskelberg natürlich)??? Das ist absolut nicht spannend erzählt, und die Artwork ist für meinen Geschmack absolut enttäuschend, so kindisch konzipiert wie die Handlung. Mag sein, dass das Buch nach Supermans Tod an Spannung gewinnt - genau genommen kann es nach dem flauen Anfang gar nicht anders sein -, aber meine Toleranz wurde im Vorfeld leider nachhaltig aufgebraucht. Keine weiteren Kompromisse mit diesem Mann aus Stahl.
P.S.: Da die Bewertung so abseits der meisten anderen Meinungen liegt, doch einige Ausführungen dazu:
Dass DC einen der ersten und bekanntesten Superhelden nach rund 5 Jahrzehnten über die Klinge springen läßt, ja, das war schon ein Wagnis. Jerry Ordway war es, der in einem Teamtreffen flapsig vorschlug: "Let's just kill 'im." Aus der Idee, die zunächst ein running gag war, wurde schließlich ernst, und das Ergebnis liegt vor mir auf dem Lesetisch. Ja, es war erstaunlich, dass der verantwortliche Herausgeber Mike Carlin der Idee schließlich zustimmte. Aber das Wagnis hat sich gelohnt, jedenfalls für DC, denn dieses Kapitel des Mann-aus-Stahl-Mythos erfreute sich allergrößter Beliebtheit und bekam schon bald Kultstatus. Entsprechend klingelten und klingeln bei DC die Kassen. Allein, meine Rezension bezieht sich nicht auf die kultur- und comicgeschichtliche Bedeutung dieses wahrhaft biblischen Mythos von Tod und Auferstehung des größten Helden der Comicgeschichte, sondern auf die Aspekte Artwork und Story. Bevor ich mir ein Comic kaufe, dass ich nicht kenne, schaue ich mir gerne Bilder an, die im Internet davon eingestellt sind. Im vorliegenden Fall hat mir diese Praxis leider nicht geholfen, denn bei über 1200 Seiten Umfang sind natürlich unterschiedliche Zeichner mit unterschiedlichen Stilen vertreten, von denen mir zahlreiche überhaupt nicht gefallen haben. Die Zeichnungen sind grell-großflächig und zumeist detailarm, Perspektive und Anatomie wurden oft gekonnt außer Acht gelassen. Und es gibt zahlreiche Panels, die - Achtung, ich provoziere noch einmal - in ihrer Qualität auch von einem (un)begabten Hobbyzeichner hätten gefertigt werden können und kaum über Strichmännchenqualität hinausgehen. Wie gesagt, das gilt lange nicht für alle Hefte und auch nicht durchgehend, ist aber doch ein massives Ärgernis für mich gewesen. Nun korrespondieren Artwork und Story in diesem Omnibus sehr gut miteinander, was grundsätzlich ja ein Lob wäre. Hier bedeutet es allerdings, dass eine sehr einfach gehaltene Handlung pathetisch, heroisch und erz-patriotisch erzählt wird. Die Handlung ist ganz augenscheinlich für ein jugendliches Publikum geschrieben, dem immer wieder Kinder und Jugendliche als Identifikationsfiguren angeboten werden, um so besser mitfiebern zu können. Allerdings dürfte das Buch aufgrund des Kaufpreises doch eher bei einem erwachsenen Publikum landen, das - sofern es kein Fan von Sups ist - leicht enttäuscht sein kann. Dass ausgerechnet ein charakterloser und unansprechender Bösewicht wie Doomsday Superman zur Strecke bringt, hat meine Begeisterung auch nicht vorangetrieben. Doomsday ist so böse, dass er sogar einen Kanarienvogel - den die jugendlichen Leser vielleicht von zuhause kennen und lieben - mit bloßer Hand zerdrückt. Woher nun in freier Wildbahn ein Kanari kommt, und warum er ausgerechnet bei Doomsday in der Hand landen sollte, ach ich will da gar nicht weiter drüber nachdenken. Das sind halt die Konzessionen an das Publikum. Der Gerechtigkeit wegen habe ich darauf hingewiesen, dass ich das Buch nur ungefähr zu einem Fünftel gelesen und dann entnervt aus der Hand gelegt habe. Es mag also sein, dass die Handlung danach Fahrt aufnimmt, Zug in den Kamin kommt und alles besser wird. Wer weiß. Und doch bleibt es bei diesem Befund: Mir hat dieses Buch überhaupt nicht gefallen!
The original Death and Return of Superman ran in 1992 and 1993. I didn't realize it at the time, but it would be one of the biggest influences on my fandom. I already liked Superman, but this story went on a roller-coaster of action, followed immediately but unexpectedly heartfelt and touching moments as the supporting members of the cast mourned their hero. From there we went into a mystery -- which of the four pretenders to the throne, if any, is the true Superman? And it ends with a kick-ass action movie. This omnibus, the most comprehensive single volume published of the saga, is just as much fun to read today as it was then. There's a nice added bonus as well, with a small amount of supplemental material at the end including impressions from some of the writers and artists involved telling their versions of how the story came about. Many of their recollections are stories I've read before, others weren't, but they were all a nice bit of bonus material that came with revisiting an old favorite.
A mammoth read, but it really drags in places. Funnily enough, when Superman is dead. Okay, not that surprising seeing he is the character you are reading for, and although there are some great setpieces including his funeral with all his superhero colleagues in attendance, and a nice subplot in which Lois Lane has to hide her grief both for Clark and Supes as she is mourning both (and is assisted by Lana Lang and Ma and Pa Kent), the storyline of the 'reign of the false Superman' gets repetitive. There is also some really ugly artwork towards the end of the book when the artists change. This is a history-making saga, but time hasn't really helped it.
Definitely the high-water mark of post-crisis Superman comics. it's still Read's so great even after all these years. if you've never read this story do yourself a favor and pick up these trades or this omnibus you will not be disappointed.