Stan Lee and the Silver Surfer

Last week I wrote about the affect that one of Stan Lee’s most iconic co-creations had on me as a young comic book fan.

This week I wanted to focus instead on a character that impacted me greatly in my teenage years and into adulthood. Although not technically a Stan Lee creation (and in fact the character’s provenance was the source of some controversy), the story of the Silver Surfer is undeniably associated with Stan and is an important part of the writer’s legacy. In tribute, here’s a look at the comic book that brought me closer to Stan Lee’s worldview as seen through the eyes of the lonely sentinel of the spaceways, and gave me a better appreciation of the man who helped make Marvel Comics what it is today.

Silver Surfer

The Silver Surfer #1 (1988)
By eighth grade, I was well and truly entrenched in the Marvel universe, but apart from random issues of 70’s Defenders and summarized tales in Marvel Saga, I didn’t know much about the Silver Surfer until the debut of Steve Englehart’s series  and the release of Joe Satriani’s Surfing with the Alien. Both of those artifacts were gateway drugs into the immersive world of Marvel’s galactic space opera, and I spent many of my high school years moving backwards and forwards into the Jim Starlin and Ron Lim eras, digging on Warlock, Eternity, and all the trippy Infinity Watching and cosmic handholding.

But in 1988, another Silver Surfer hit the stands under Marvel’s Epic imprint, and it felt important enough that, despite its incongruities and lack of adherence to all-important continuity, I was compelled to add it to my weekly pull. It was the first of the two-part “Parable” story by Stan Lee and French artist Moebius.

“toilet paper”

Some of the credit for buying this comic goes to my local comics purveyor, the goateed and ponytailed proprietor of Best of Both Worlds. Unlike his shockingly accurate caricature on The Simpsons, this Comic Book Guy was far less concerned with speculative value, crossover promotions, or even superheroes in general. In fact, a couple years earlier he memorably shoved his pudgy finger onto the cover of a comic I had just dropped onto the counter and announced, “This is toilet paper. Toilet paper.” (I remember the issue to this day — Incredible Hulk #323) Then he convinced me to buy the first issue of Moore & Gibbons’s Watchmen and the latest printing of Miller’s Dark Knight Returns. Full disclosure: I also went home with that crappy Marvel comic.

So by 1988, of course, I was a full-on comics snob, and was therefore a bit surprised that I was being told to buy anything written by Stan Lee. I recognized his importance and, of course, had read a ton of Amazing Spider-Man growing up. But Stan’s florid dialogue and hyperbolic descriptions felt so out of place in a four-color world dominated by the likes of Chris Claremont, Frank Miller, and Alan Moore.

if a guitar god like Satriani was a Surfer fan, reasoned a young long-haired me, then he must be pretty cool

This was something different though. And not just because of the amazing art of Moebius, my first real exposure to the comics legend. Intentionally set apart from the Marvel universe I knew, it was an “Elseworlds” story before that term meant anything, a beautiful, self-contained parable in every sense of the word. Yes, the art is breathtaking and helped foster strong disagreement with Denzel’s Crimson Tide assertion that the “Kirby Silver Surfer is the only true Silver Surfer” (although, to be fair, I wouldn’t give that nod to Moebius either). But Stan’s story and script took me completely by surprise.

There’s something in the character, it’s true, that lends itself to somber melodrama. The lonely, orphaned skyrider, shunned by a world he vows to protect. In this particular story, furthermore, the Surfer is rejected by a society that is caught up in the grips of religious fanaticism. As more and more of the global populace reveres Galactus as a god, Lee’s treatise on the dangers of organized religion becomes clearer. In the Surfer’s words, “Why cannot they realize that the truest faith is faith in oneself? What has made them so desperate to have others show them the way?”

the Surfer debuted in the three-part Galactus saga from Fantastic Four 48-50 (1966)

This book captured everything I was feeling at the time: echoing not just the tireless warnings of my father that people lie and manipulate — so be your own man and think your own thoughts; but also the discomfort I felt after years of Catholic schooling that I was being spoonfed indigestible rhetoric, limiting my outlook on the world. I fell in love with this character, this glimmering figure possessed of near-infinite power, and solely dependent on his own self to understand and explore the world. As a kid heading off to college in a few years, I couldn’t have asked for a more potent fucking metaphor. Thanks, Stan.

I have known the heady exaltation of victory. I have known the gnawing pain of defeat. But I shall never cease searching for an oasis of sanity in this desert of madness that men call earth.

In the subsequent years I learned more about the Surfer and his story, including all of the behind-the-scenes drama that rippled in his starry wake. Jack Kirby created the character himself, but Stan adopted him as his own. When it came time to launch the Surfer’s first solo series, Kirby was passed over for art duties in favor of John Buscema. This was an act of betrayal, in Kirby’s mind, that represented the final straw, hastening The King’s departure for DC. I was caught up in the pro-Kirby buzz and artists’ rights movement of the 90’s, and naively assumed (maybe like Denzel) that the true Silver Surfer could only ever emanate from the pencil of Jack Kirby.

Then I read Lee & Buscema’s series. And I read Kirby’s Fantastic Four. The Surfer as he originally appears in that Galactus story is cold and robotic, and despite his sacrifice in the narrative, is visually quite far from the Surfer I had come to see as a chrome-plated avatar of self-awareness.

the pride of my coffee gallery

Eventually Englehart took over a new volume of Silver Surfer (this was during my era) and, although I didn’t know it at the time, Stan had been saddened that another writer was taking the reins on a Norrin Radd book. This was the one character, so the story goes, that Stan wished could only ever have been scripted by him. Oblivious to how much heart and soul Stan had imparted to the Surfer, I followed the character’s exploits with zeal, year after year, decade after decade. Ron Lim became one of my favorite artists, and when I met him at the most recent San Diego Comic Con, I was bound and determined to squeeze myself onto his commission list. Of more recent vintage, Dan Slott and Mike Allred’s series holds sway among the best comics I’ve read in recent years (my kids and many friends have all received trades as gifts for one occasion or another).

I received this treasure, the IDW Artist’s Edition of Buscema’s Surfer, from that tesoro of a girlfriend of mine, on my most recent birthday

Today, I recognize the Lee & Buscema series for the triumph that it is, learning how many college-bound kids of that era felt a similar connection to the Surfer’s internal crises. Count me among the fans who believe this not only the artist’s best work, but Stan Lee’s finest as well. Buscema might well be the definitive Surfer artist, but I don’t think I’m completely out of line to correct that movie quote by saying: Stan Lee Silver Surfer is the only true Silver Surfer. Here’s to you, Stan. Like Norrin in the 80’s, you are no longer held bound to the Earth. Soar on.

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