Since the Silver Surfer’s inception in 1966, the character has been an outlet for countless authors’ overwrought, over-written, middle-aged angst.
But is it any wonder why?
Unlike most of Marvel’s menagerie, the Silver Surfer isn’t a fast-talking teenager or a testosterone fueled he-man. He’s an intellectual alien prone to alliterate elegies and impassioned pleas for peace. If you’re a corporate comics writer with a flash drive full of unpublished poetry, you couldn’t ask for a better mouthpiece.
