Did I request thee, Maker, from my clay To mould me man? Did I solicit thee from darkness to promote me?== Adam's complaint to God, John Milton, PARADISE LOST.
Milton’s famous line from PARADISE
LOST—essentially a more sophisticated version of the adolescent’s aggrieved
cry, “I didn’t ask to be born”—sometimes appears as a preface in some editions of Mary Shelley’s
FRANKENSTEIN. The attitude proves of key importance to understanding the story of a being created to be one-of-a-kind, and thus
isolated from the human society of his all too mortal creator.
In this essay I’ve discussed Alvin Schwartz’s
original “Bizarro” story from the SUPERMAN comic stirp, with particularly
emphasis on the narrative’s indebtedness to the story of FRANKENSTEIN. Not only
does Bizarro’s physiognomy resemble the angular countenance of the Universal film-monster as essayed by Boris Karloff—although Bizarro’s flesh looks rather like
chalk-colored stone—but Bizarro too is an “imperfect copy” of normative
humanity. True, Bizarro specifically emulates the form of Superman, an alien
being who looks human but has “powers far beyond those of ordinary mortals.”
But Schwartz frequently emphasizes that Bizarro, like the Frankenstein
Monster, is a form of life that stands outside the normative biological
process, and which may be considered not unlike God’s creation of mankind from
the medium of clay.
Mary Shelley codes her reference to the
Judeo-Christian narrative by giving the book the subtitle “The Modern
Prometheus.” In some legends the Graeco-Roman Titan is said to be able to
sculpt living men out of clay, and Frankenstein does essentially the same thing
by sculpting a monster out of the “common clay” of dead bodies. Some critics
have objected to the logic of Frankenstein’s piecemeal construction of the
Monster, asking whether it would not have been more practical to simply revive
a single dead body, whose parts were biologically designed to work with one
another. But Shelley’s mythopoeic design was sound. By having Frankenstein
choose random body parts with which to make his monster, she furthers the idea of his
godlike status, choosing organs as Prometheus would have chosen this or that
lump of clay to turn into a human being.
Schwartz’s Bizarro is obviously not made of
disparate body parts; he arises as a result of radiation interacting
with what Schwartz calls “unliving matter.”
At the end of the comic strip narrative, Superman, less than pleased to
have an imperfect copy of himself running around loose, manages to devolve
Bizarro back to his constituent elements—his “common clay,” if you will—though
the last strip is unusually coy about showing Bizarro’s inorganic remains
“on-camera.”
Later iterations of the Bizarro mythos in DC comic books
of the Silver Age sought to emphasize broad farce rather than tragic
alienation, and thus the “imperfect Superman” was given a planet-ful of other
Bizarros, mostly copies of characters from Superman’s mythos. For a time they
all inhabited a faux version of Earth, but cube-shaped instead of round, and
they all spoke in reverse-logic, saying “Goodbye” in place of “Hello,” and so
on.
“Being Bizarro” is a re-writing of Bizarro
mythology by Grant Morrison and Frank Quitely. It's a two-part story
that takes place within a twelve-issue arc SUPERMAN arc, but the overall arc is
outside my consideration here. There are
no direct references to either Shelley or Schwartz in this tale,
though it’s interesting that artist Quitely dispenses with the “classic”
chalk-faced look of the Bizarros, making them all look like they have faces of
white clay.
In this re-imagining, the Bizarro phenomenon does
not start out with one imperfect duplicate being conjured forth by some
scientist’s invention. Rather, the “common clay” from which Morrison’s Bizaaros originate launches an attack against the living denizens of
Superman’s world. From a domain termed “the Underverse,” also described as part
of the “cosmic sinkhole” underlying normative reality, a “planet eater” organism
seeks to prey on Earth. Despite the metaphysical nature of this proposition,
Morrison’s script draws upon biological patterns. Thus the planet-eater takes
the shape of another planet in order to mimic Earth’s appearance, but the
organism botches the job and looks like a big cube in space. The Underverse
then sends forth Bizarro-duplicates of living beings, one of which is a
“Super Bizarro” who successfully duplicates some, though not all, of Superman’s
p;owers. The duplicates that reach Earth can infect humans and turn them into
Bizarros, which argues that Morrison sought to crossbreed the Bizarro
mythology with the still popular “zombie infestation” stories.
Superman, after defeating the Super Bizarro, decides
that a direct attack may discourage the invading planet-eater, so he launches
himself into space until he reaches the planet called “Bizarro-Home,” and—he
hits it. He hits the planet-eater so hard that it retreats back into the cosmic
sinkhole. However, as soon as it does so, the shifts in gravity and solar
radiation drain Superman of his powers. The planet, just like its clay-faced
pawns, is not equipped to understand Superman’s plight, but in another display
of protective mimicry, it produces more Bizarros, all imbecilic parodies of people whom Superman knows in his world. These new duplicates
include goofy versions of Justice League heroes, and even a Bizarro Jor-El, who
calls himself “Le-Roj.”
(As Bizarros of the Silver Age never inverted their
names, this is probably Morrison having fun with a trope more associated with
Mister Mxyzptlk.) However, one duplicate
the planet does not intentionally produce is an “aberration” who calls himself
“Zibarro.”
While the Super Bizarro is a “funhouse mirror” reflection
of Superman’s powers, Zibarro seems a more direct reflection of Superman’s
intellectual capacities. Zibarro is the only being on the planet capable ot
talking in whole sentences and of feeling finer emotions. If the
Frankenstein Monster and the original Bizarro were outcasts from human society
by reason of their freakish physiques, Zibarro is alienated from his own people
by virtue of his superior intellect. The soul-cry of the anguished nerd
resonates as Zibarro complains to Superman, “Must only Zibarro search for
poetry in this senseless coming and going?” The other Bizarros overhear this
plaint and mock him, “Ha ha ha; Zibarro am King of Cool!”
The hero’s sympathy for Bizarro-Home’s only
intelligent being doesn’t obviate his own mission: to get off the planet before
it makes its complete descent into the Underverse. Superman gets an
inspiration, though, from the presence of Le-Roj, who acts as if he were the
father of Zibarro, even though there’s clearly no normal biological link. The
Man of Steel decides to build a rocket to take him out of the Underverse, just
as Jor-El’s rocket saved infant Kal-El from the destruction of Krypton. To
accomplish this,, Superman has to con the other Bizarros into helping him by
employing their own reverse-logic—and even then, his plan may be foiled when
the Bizarros get the idea of using the rocket to get rid of the irritant of
Zibarro.
I’ll refrain from detailing the way in which
Superman manages to escape destruction and to return to his own adopted world.
The main emphasis of the narrative is on the courage of Zibarro, forced to do
the right thing despite enormous temptation, and on his role in fulfilling
Morrison’s idea of teleology. While Superman promises to return and liberate Zibarro
at some later date, the Man of Steel voices his real opinion of the
aberration’s place in the scheme of things when he tells Zibarro, “I know you
think of yourself as a flaw, an imperfection, but you’re something more,
Zibarro. You’re proof that Bizarro-Home is getting smarter.” Zibarro’s
sacrifice, his re-descent into base matter, resembles the devolution of
Schwartz’s Bizarro, though Morrison has extended the associations in many
intriguing directions. Prior to the world’s descent into “the All-Night,”
Le-Roj—whose reversed name looks like “Le Roi,” French for “The King”—perishes
upon a sacrificial pyre, wearing a stereotypical king’s crown on his head as he
dies.
I don’t imagine that in the near future Morrison
will re-visit his version of the Bizarro mythology, which is just as well, since this rethinking seems
uniquely suited to his own priorities. Some myths just don’t travel well, and I
for one would hate to see someone like Mark Waid put his hands on Morrison’s
concepts.
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