When Your Relatives Are Kryptonite
Damage limitation beyond the lead box
Stories persist when we find truth in them, and Jerry Siegel embodied a deep human truth when he invented Kryptonite.
You’re a superhero, incredibly strong and capable, holding down a day job in disguise while you protect the citizens of your city from scheming criminals. You have X-ray vision, the hearing of a Labrador who can detect someone three floors down opening a packet of cheese, and you can, as if it were a tray of drinks and you the most skilled of waitstaff, hold up a hundred cars on a collapsing bridge. You even have a successful love life. But there’s one substance that can reduce you, in an instant, to a weakling.
It's a little piece of home.
Yes, naturally it’s a piece of your old home planet, the place you were small and powerless, that saps every ounce of who you’ve become. That yanks you, like a crook around the throat, from superhero of your …
