Reconciling Lost Worlds

When I was a kid, dinosaurs were believed to be, basically, giant, mostly slow moving lizards who lived in hot swampy jungles. The dinosaurs that appeared in fiction and films reflected that understanding. Some versions moved faster than others. Sometimes humans encountered these creatures by going back in time but, in the versions I’m currently considering, people discovered them in lost worlds – places on Earth where the beasts had been isolated and somehow avoided the changes that time and evolution forced on the rest of the planet.

The Valley of Gwangi. Maple White Land. The Center of the Earth. The Savage Land. Pellucidar. Pal-ul-don. Caprona. The Land Unknown. Skull Island. Loch Ness. When I was kid, there was a lot of debate about why the dinosaurs had gone extinct. Maybe mammals ate too many of their eggs. Maybe they were too dumb. Maybe the world got too cold. For whatever reason, they ceased to exist. Except. Somehow there were places in the world where dinosaurs and other prehistoric reptiles still fought and survived.

Decades later, in 2015, the understanding of dinosaurs has evolved and improved. We know that they were warm blooded and lived in many types of environments. Many of them had feathers. Most of the creatures that we think of as dinosaurs (or pterosaurs or marine reptiles) were no more “reptiles” than mammals are reptiles. Snakes, lizards, turtles, crocodiles and alligators – those are reptiles. Dinosaurs (and pterosaurs and, probably, marine reptiles) were something else.

About 60 million years ago an asteroid collided with the Earth in what is now the Gulf of Mexico. That’s the current scientific consensus.The aftermath of that collision wiped out most of the “higher” species of life including dinosaurs, pterosaurs and marine “reptiles”. The creatures that went extinct, had they somehow survived in little Lost Worlds, would have been strange and foreign beasts to Verne and O’Brien, Burroughs and Harryhausen, Doyle and all the other authors and film makers who conjured up still extant versions of prehistoric lands.

I still love the lost worlds that I read about in books and saw in movies. I’m delighted by all the new information that has been discovered about dinosaurs since I was a kid. It’s a little weird to think of a tyrannosaur as (sort of) a giant flightless bird (or a pigeon as small type of dinosaur) but I can roll with that. I understand that the likelihood of entire ecosystems surviving unchanged for tens of millions of years is … ridiculous. Yes, there are some species that have adapted to the changing world with changing much themselves. But those are individual species. There are no lone islands, inaccessible plateaus or valleys that sport ecosystems where time has stood still. Isolation tends to make ecosystems weirder and more unique rather than keep them in their pre-isolated state.

But I’m a nerd and I want my Lost Worlds. And fiction is malleable in ways the real world is not. How can one explain the existence of these Lost Worlds when actual dinosaurs were not slow moving reptiles and, even if they were, they couldn’t have survived unchanged for 60 million years?

That’s easy. Dinosaurs, my beloved new feathery beasts, are long gone. That asteroid did them in. The creatures in the Lost Worlds really are (sometimes, except when in pursuit of a novel human morsel) slow moving reptiles … who evolved in isolation along parallel paths as the original dinosaurs so that, while they resemble the originals, they are their own things.

The Valley of Gwangi. Maple White Land. The Center of the Earth. The Savage Land. Pellucidar. Pal-ul-don. Caprona. The Land Unknown. Skull Island. Loch Ness. There’s no need to repopulate them with feathered foreigners. They were never lands that time forgot. Time ran at a different speed there and created places that we mistook for something ancient.

Origin of My Obsessions

Amazing Spider-Man 103Amazing Spider-Man #103 is the first comic book I ever bought. It’s also the both the first story and the first comic I can remember reading. In all likelihood my mom bought it for me but I know I bought each subsequent issue myself. My brother and I got small monthly allowances and most of mine went to buying Spider-Man each month. The date on the cover is December 1971. Since magazines post dated their issues by about four months that issue was probably on the stands in September. I would have been a little more than seven years old. I’d obviously read other stories prior to this one – after all, I knew how to read. But this is the story that made its mark. If you look at the type of things I draw and the sorts of stories I read then Spider-Man #103 looks like a big sign post pointing me toward those interests.

I might have known who Spider-Man was before I read this comic. The Spider-Man cartoon series had played on television from 1967 to 1970 and it’s possible I saw episodes of it. I don’t remember. I do know I hadn’t read a Spider-Man comic before this issue.

It’s a strange one to have started with. Most of Spider-Man’s previous adventures took place in New York City where he fought various super powered criminals. This story (running in issues 103 and 104) removed Spidey from his usual stomping grounds to the Savage Land, a Lost World in Antarctica inhabited by dinosaurs and other prehistoric beasts. There he encounters a giant monster, the survivor of a crashed alien ship. It’s a sort of a retelling of King Kong without the final act of Kong getting dragged back to New York. I hadn’t seen King Kong yet so the story was new to me.

After this story Spider-Man returned to fighting supervillains in New York. I kept reading his adventures until sometime in the 1990s. I read a lot of other comics about a lot of other superheroes but Spidey remained my favorite. He wasn’t so powerful that his victories came easily. He was smart. He was poor. His enemies were weirdos – the Green Goblin, Doctor Octopus, Hammerhead, Man-Wolf, the Vulture, the Sandman and so many others. Eventually I gave up reading monthly comics. I no longer had the budget or the time to get to the comic store on regular basis so I didn’t miss the latest issues. I haven’t bought an issue in over 15 years now. While I occasionally look at collected editions of recent Spider-Man stories at the library I don’t pay a lot of attention to the character any more.

I’ve still got that first comic. I haven’t read it in years. I’m almost afraid to read it again. It’s unlikely to hold up as well in reality as it does in my memory. It’s in one of the 18 long boxes of comics that survived the culling I did of my collection back in 2004. Did so many of my interests start with that comic or did it just embody them?

I already loved dinosaurs. This story had them. It had a lost world where they still survived. It had ape men and ruined temples. It had jungles. It had a misunderstood monster. It had a giant monster. It had mysterious aliens. It had a jungle man and his faithful saber-toothed cat. It had a superhero who couldn’t fly. For some reason, very few of the superheroes I’ve invented can fly.

It didn’t have examples of all my obsessions. It would have been a really messy story if it had. But that’s okay. It would be sad if I had developed all my obsessions before I was eight.