Tolstoy said that there are only two stories: “a man goes on a journey” and “a stranger comes to town.” Superman happens to be both: a square-jawed every-Adonis from middle America who is, in fact, an alien. He has to leap over coastal skyscrapers and prop them up when they teeter over children and widows, but he crams his preposterous frame into phone booths to don his costume in secret. The constant pressure to conceal his identity makes him a stranger to most of his loved ones and endangers