It's NOT Superman.
I began this book full of childish optimism; and to be fair De Haven starts quite well. Clark Kent a young man is on a date at the movies; but he's not with Lana Lang (this perhaps our first indication of things to come). A bad guy racially taunts a young black man; Clark's intervention leads to the villain being killed by his own bullet as it ricochets off Clark's head. Clark is a bit upset, he's been shot at for the first time, and an outlaw is dead.
The story then introduces Lois Lane, who is dating an unpleasant photographer by the name or Willi Berg; It's not immediately clear but it is actually Berg and not Superman who is the principle in De Haven's novel. As he uses Berg to connect the dots. You won't recognise Berg from the comics, although De Haven clearly wants him to remind you of Jimmy Oslen, yet he creates a character as removed from Jimmy as I can imagine.
It is Berg, a thief and a gambler, who discovers Lex Luthor is evil; a corrupt politician and crime boss. Luthor is nothing like the comics versions either, his character defining genius is absent, in it's place is nothing more than a skilled operator borrowing ideas from others.
It gets worse.
De Haven just keeps on introducing at length characters into the book that do nothing to advance the story.
I said at the outset I began the novel with childish anticipation - this was the golden age superman - whose defining characteristic was action! The clue was in the Comic's title Action comics! I expected to quickly advance to Metropolis and read how Superman becomes a hero. De Haven just fails to deliver.
Instead we see Berg making his way to Smallville to discover Clark's secret; then streetwise Berg and an a hick Kent form an improbable duo, despite spending time to set Clark up as a reporter for the Smallville paper, De Haven sends Berg and Kent to Hollywood, where Clark Kent becomes a stuntman! - I kid you not - and then allows those gentle and unexcitable close-lipped hollywood folk see him unharmed after being run over by a stage coach, among other scrapes. Insult to injury Superman's first and brief public appearance in costume is in LA where he busts Berg out of jail; the costume he acquires from a girlfriend - his first love - who is neither Lois or Lana, and De Haven's version of the classic suit is a cast off from a failed picture called Saucer Man.
By the time we reach New York - NOT Metropolis (quite why I'm not sure) we're hundreds of pages into the story; the small time crook Berg has mentored Clark into Superman, we've seen Superman discover his powers in the most dry and unconvincing fashion - and I'm desperate for some real Superman action, I've waded through 3/4 of this book waiting for Lois to meet Clark, and Superman to be heroic, and when it happens it's just awful, Lois is bent over her boyfriend, who isn't Clark or Superman or even Berg for that matter, but an injured cop, and Superman is wrestling a car, and then he gets punched out by a robot, not even a giant robot, and not even a robot invented by Luthor, (but an Italian guy) that happens to have Luthor's name on it.
SO did you get that? De Haven has given us pages of realistic depression racked 30's America, with lots of cultural and period references, and then De Haven imagines a robot invented in this same 1930's New York featuring technology that would seem out of place and advanced even today.
Honestly this is the first book in a long time that I have found myself 50 pages or so from the end and deciding it really wasn't worth the effort finishing.
I just didn't feel attracted to Lois, I didn't want to be Superman, and I sure didn't want to be Berg, and Luthor was just another crooked politico, at least until he managed to get hold of the plot of the movie I Robot.
I was expecting Superman. I was expecting Mr Smith goes Washington meets Mr Deeds goes to town meets John boy from the Waltons; but Clark wasn't just unworldly-but-good, he was a dumb and reluctant hero.
In the past radio, film, television, and novels have contributed to the Superman Story - this book however adds nothing of value, it's dry, unimaginative, and for all it's 30's grit and adult themes it still becomes preposterous and unattractive.