Living in the Marvel Universe: Real Life Intrudes Upon Imagination

As a kid, it’s easy to disconnect from reality.  Your database of experience is low, so you don’t have the visceral experience or memory to question what appears on television, at the local theater, or on the pages of a book.  (Of course, you still cry thinking about Dan and Ann, even though Third Grade was so long ago.)

You don’t question a sitcom set in a World War P.O.W. camp, because you don’t know the reality of POWs or concentration camps, and you’ve not yet become cynical or questioning of the world around you.  A congressman hears of people being forced out of their homes in Battery Park because of contamination from the World Trade Center, and pictures detached homes with chainlink fences, because that is all he knows from his own experience.

You read an issue of the Fantastic Four where Terrax the Tamer levitates Manhattan Island into outer space, and don’t really notice when he depressurizes the upper floors of the World Trade Center.  Other Marvel heroes race to deal with the bridges and tunnels, the tidal action caused by a massive Manhattan-sized hole, but no one ever talks of casualties in comic books.  Years later, when Doctor Doom destroys the Baxter Building, when tenants berate Reed Richards for their loss, you don’t connect it to reality, because, really, nobody blows up buildings in 1985.

Until 1994, I didn’t make those connections.  Sure, as a kid, I sometimes had power fantasies, usually involving the school bully or the cute girl in my math class.  Sometimes I’d nitpick a plot point or hole in a movie or TV show.  But mostly, I escaped into make believe, forgetting the world around me, instead of  letting it remind me.

But then I moved to Washington, DC in the summer of ’94.  Yes, there is a unique bubble of reality inside the Beltway, as many people share a common way of thinking.  I read the Washington Post each day, and soon I could recall almost every Cabinet official and a quarter of the members of Congress.  Many buildings had metal detectors, but that was a formality, just like at the airports.  I heard of inner city schools with metal detectors, but we didn’t have that in 1988 at my suburban high school.  It was a distant fact, one which didn’t connect to my reality.

When I moved to DC, I lived at 11th and K Streets, Northwest.  It was a border area, halfway between the low income neighborhood of Shaw and the office buildings of downtown.  It was dodgy, with prostitutes of all sorts at night, but relatively safe.  I could look out the bathroom window and see the dome of the Capitol.  The White House was a fifteen minute walk away.  As were FBI headquarters, Ford’s Theater, and the Federal Triangle.

I don’t remember what movie I was attending when the following trailer appeared in 1996.

But I do remember my shock at the image of the White House being obliterated.  I remember the crowd cheering immediately thereafter.  (Perhaps this was a reaction to the government shutdown the previous winter.)  I guess my imagination could picture the reality of such an event, and the resulting collateral damage.

Every generation has an event which ends their collective innocence.  The death of President Roosevelt.  The assassination of John F. Kennedy.  The Challenger explosion.  Oklahoma City.  September 11th.  These are national events which connect us, which allow us to compare and share, to unite strangers.  “Where were you when…?”  Too little we celebrate national victories, like November 4th, or July 20th, or September 17th.

That loss of innocence tarnishes our ability to suspend our disbelief over fiction.  Sometimes we are reminded directly of a loss or tragedy.  Sometimes a movie accesses those experiences obliquely, drawing us further into the created reality before us.  Sometimes fiction tries to react to reality, and fails.

That happened in 2001, when Marvel had to react to The Tragedy at the World Trade Center.  In a city crowded with superheroes and villains, which had experienced so much destruction in the past (how many times has the Statue of Liberty been damaged and rebuilt?), with so many megalomaniacal madmen running around, how does Marvel editorial explain this intrusion?  What sort of No-Prize explanation can explain the curtain being torn down, exposing the fallacies of a fictional reality?  A madman who rules a small European country with numerous weapons of mass destruction, who has attacked the United States countless times, and no one has tried some “nation building” on Latveria, not even covertly, like the Punisher or another villain.  (Forget New York City, Kingpin, imagine what you could do with an entire country!)  Instead, we see Victor von Doom shedding a tear, as if the pile of destruction downtown was a giant pile of pollution.

Comics try to be relevant, but too often they seem pedantic (at best) or laughable (at worst).  Superhero comics are amazingly adept at changing with the times, as a monthly comic can be produced, solicited and sold in two months time, or even faster, if deadlines require.  Zeitgeists can produce great comics stories, but too often a reader notices inconsistencies and omissions.  Superpowered individuals are required to register with the federal government, but little mention was made to the Mutant Registration Act (and Reed Richards testimony against that act).  There was an inter-dimensional “Gitmo”, but was any thematic connection made to the Japanese internment camps of World War II?  Or consider the missed opportunity of using Attilan as a refuge for superpowered individuals… a homogeneous society centered on a state religion (Terrigenesis) which is then upended by waves of immigrants unfamiliar with the local customs.

(And then there was “Silent War“, where the United States refuses to return a religious artifact (the Terrigan crystals) to Attilan, which then forces the Inhumans to attack the United States.  This ends with the United States sending mutated soldiers to the Moon, ending with the city of Attilan being destroyed by a mutated Marine.  No international condemnation?  No parallels to Mecca?)

(Or how about “Secret Invasion”, with the Skrull prophecy and religious extremism?  What about the effect on normal people?  Any world leaders acting as Skrulls?  Any subversion, like that seen in DC’s “Legends” storyline, where the aliens try to sway public opinion?)

(Or the tacky “I survived” t-shirt, which ties into the Avengers movie.  The fictional “Battle of Midtown” would have caused $160 Billion damage, not to mention the thousands injured or dead.  Not to mention the numerous government inquiries (SHIELD launching a nuke at Manhattan!); insurance claims and lawsuits; the impact on infrastructure (Grand Central severely damaged by a crashed spaceship); the backlash against Tony Stark, his company, and his skyscraper; the public exposure to extraterrestrials…)

I admit, during storm preparations, I wondered how Hurricane Sandy could have been handled by superheroes.  Maybe Storm could change pressure systems to change the hurricane’s path.  Or Superman could freeze the precipitation of the hurricane while creating a counter-vortex around the eye, changing the climatological dynamics.  But then I wondered, what’s to keep a super villain from doing the opposite, either overtly or covertly?  Flap a few butterfly wings and a pressure system causes a hurricane to hit a political convention instead of veering off towards Alabama; or a storm to double in expected intensity, overwhelming expectations and emergency evacuations, making various administrations look ill-prepared.  Of course, for every problem superheroes solve, another problem is caused.

Perhaps we escape deeper, into fantasy and horror, experiencing that which is unlikely to happen, whether it is walking into Mordor or the Walking Dead.  Or we avoid and escape reality via comedy, romance, and musicals, fueling hopes instead of fears.  (Many dream of that “meet cute” moment which will land them in the Sunday Times.)  Maybe we use those fantasies to better prepare against future calamities (and possibilities).  Cautionary tales are quite common in childhood, as the world is full of metaphorical wolves, wicked witches, and things one should not touch, and it is better to learn from fiction than from Real Life.

In one respect, the Marvel Universe is just like real life.  After the latest rumble has reduced the city to rubble, the local citizenry has to brush itself off and rebuild.  That’s when the real heroes appear.