Sadly, I was only impressed by this as a book that involved super abilities and the awesome narrative that showed that Tom DeHaven had done a lot of research into 1930’s America. It was very impressive. That being said, I was thrown for a loop by the whole story of the 1930’s Superman. Clark Kent in this story is cynical, depressed, horny as all hell, and easily swayed to break the laws if you’re nice to him. As a matter of fact, I found it impossible to believe that the Clark Kent of this story could have became Superman. Instead, I could easily see him becoming some sort of down trodden city cop who’s bullet proof and tries to drink himself to sleep every night. This was more of a Frank Miller’s Superman, than a proper Superman. Also, the only point in the story in which I found myself in utter agreement was when Lex Luthor tells Superman that he’s an idiot. That being said, the use of the powers, as well as the very anticlimactic fight scene with only 1 robot were probably the most Superman-esque parts of the whole book. Kind of depressing. That being said, I had started off this review wanting to give this book 3 out of 5 stars, as I had fully enjoyed reading it and how well it was written, but as I think on it throughout this post I think I’ll end with giving it a 2 out of 5. Sadness.