By the time the Watchmen movie was released, The Boys already existed. Never mind that The Dark Knight was in theaters the year prior, that Iron Man had presaged the MCU. The Boys was the next step in the evolution of cynical superheroes. And that’s basically what Watchmen was, a superhero comic where there really weren’t any good guys, all of them either ineffectual, indifferent, or corrupt, and they existed in a world where the Vietnam War was won by them, and all it really gave the world was the continued threat of nuclear annihilation. In The Boys, the concept was merely streamlined, so that you didn’t have to believe in the superheroes at all.
Now, I’m talking about this because I just read the first volume of Astro City, and try as I might (and I really have tried, many times, over the years), I’ve just never been able to be a fan of it. I just never got it. Kurt Busiek likes to think it’s a response to Watchmen, but it really isn’t. It’s basically exactly the same thing. Kurt Busiek believes the same comic book logic as Alan Moore did, as Garth Ennis did. That in order to understand superheroes, you can’t see the real world with them in it. Not really. Astro City isn’t the real world. Busiek says so himself. The comic book looks and acts as if it is, but it isn’t. It’s just comic book logic with real elements overlaid. Same as Watchmen. Same as The Boys and Ennis being fundamentally disinterested in understanding superheroes.
I’m talking about all this because Miracleman: The Golden Age exists. It’s a direct sequel to Moore’s own Miracleman. And it’s a direct repudiation of all these comics.
Miracleman: The Golden Age is the first time I’ve read Neil Gaiman and saw the writer of Sandman outside the pages of Sandman itself. Miracleman himself, by the way, is hardly within these pages. It’s a series of short stories that look at the world that resulted from Moore’s Miracleman. Filled with comic book logic. But steeped in regular lives. It starts out by suggesting it will depict the first time humanity experiences a golden age and knows that it is. Usually (the Greeks imagined, for instance, their golden age in a mythical past), you don’t really appreciate the good times while they’re happening. You take them for granted. You look back and say, Those were the good times! And even as Gaiman tells his Golden Age (the follow-up, The Silver Age, is being concluded now, and it’s somehow not being seen as the big deal it is), and the characters within don’t seem to be basking in the glow, you realize, that’s life. That’s the real world. That’s what’s so often missing from superhero comics. Even the ones that go well out of their way to prove they have what’s so often missing.
(Veggie trays. And Darkseid eating a carrot stick from them. In case you were wondering.)
So I’m glad I got caught up in all of this. I’m glad I kept trying. And I’m certainly glad I finally became a fan of Neil Gaiman. (I came very late to Sandman.) This might be Gaiman’s masterpiece. Will he get to finish his story? Will he get to write Miracleman: The Dark Age? And what will that even look like? Does it matter?
And I will look down, and I will whisper, “No.”