Today is the fiftieth anniversary of the Fantastic Four. Allegedly, it was August 8, 1961 when the book first went on sale. I say "allegedly" because I've never seen any first-hand data to confirm that; the earliest mention I ever saw of that date was in Greg Theakston's Pure Images #2 circa 1991. I have no reason to doubt Theakston, but he also didn't cite where he got that date.
In any event, I figure I ought to take a few moments to say something about the FF. I've talked before on how I first came to "meet" the team. But I don't think I've talked about what they meant to me growing up.
I spent a lot of time by myself in my bedroom as a teenager. I didn't go out much or have much of anything like a social life. Coupled with your standard teenage insecurities. So I staged huge battles between G.I.Joe and Cobra on my floor; I made up Dungeons & Dragons characters that never got used; and I read and re-read comic books on my bed. I wound up knowing a lot about the Marvel Universe because I'd studied it extensively, seeing how different elements tied together, sometimes decades apart. (I was amazed when I saw the West Coast Avengers story where they time-travel back to when the Fantastic Four first encountered Rama-Tut. Not only did I think it a brilliantly clever idea, but I was astounded to see that IT HAD ALREADY BEEN DONE in a Dr. Strange story a decade earlier and this WCA story tied all of them together seamlessly! It remains my favorite Steve Englehart story.)
But the Fantastic Four stood out for me. A lot of individual heroes were cool and all, but I liked the team aspect of the FF. Unlike the Avengers or the Justice League, who seemed much more like employers of superheroes, the FF were friends. They were together because they just plain liked each other, not because they were getting paid or had some other obligation to be superheroes. The FF kept getting called a family, but they were family defined more by their camaraderie than by blood. And for a kid who was sitting alone in his room for the upteenth day in a row -- not because he was grounded or unable to go anywhere, but simply because he didn't have anywhere to go or anyone to go with -- that notion of a close-knit group of friends was really appealing.
Oh, sure, the exploration and expanding human understanding angles are definite positives for me as well. But what defined the book for me, and why I absorbed so much of it throughout my life, was the ongoing notion of being a group who wanted to be together regardless of whether or not they had superpowers. That was the genius that Stan and Jack brought to the table a half century ago, and it's a magic that has rarely been captured since. Happy anniversary, Fantastic Four!