
Or perhaps not ...
One might believe in an atmosphere quite Tim Burton: Jack was born on the coldest day of the world, at the top of the hill of Arthur's Seat, Edinburgh, 1874. So cold that day, his heart is frozen and it owes its survival to Madeleine, a midwife in a little doctor, little witch, a bit fragile but so strong that it grafting a clock on the heart for it to work. While other kids like him out of the belly of prostitutes, often find an adoptive family, Little Jack sees her difference exclude inexorably. He grew up under the protection of Madeleine, who warns against the outside world, he whose heart is so fragile ... Yet besides this encounter with Miss Acacia, the small singer who refuses to wear his glasses for the sake of vanity and bumps at all, this little singer that captivates from the moment he crosses. This little singer from Andalusia who introduced him to all that love can cause such disruption within the heart.
In his way with his words, his world of dreams, images, sparks, and dark fantasy, Mathias Malzieu addresses the theme of difference and rejection, but also those of passion and its destructive misunderstandings, pain felt by a heart triturated by a love too strong for him. It emerges from the novel, its engaging characters, an atmosphere that disconnects us from reality and never forget to remind us. While he may be accused of having a (very little) abused the good kind of strings, The Mechanics of the Heart is a tale for big kids that we are always sensitive to this kind of fiction allegorical abundant that somehow transcends emotions.
U No touching book that we stick to the fertilizer images in my head. Maybe not the book of the year but a little bit of heart.
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Foenkinos David, who remembers? Who would have thought it was necessary to ask the question after The erotic potential of my wife ? The author, it seems.
After the novel non-autobiographical, we are in self-fiction
Years accumulate faster than the books, inspiration becomes a wisp inaccessible, and writer, he becomes depressed. If the depression had romantic nuances, it would be made self-deprecating and wry despair lymphatic. More than forty, the David Foenkinos this novel is more a caricature of himself emptied, trying to cling to what is no more. And especially at this idea, that, light that hits him on the train from Geneva to Paris in contact with a unknown and revived in him the hope of creation.
... But as suddenly as his revelation, his disappearance emerged. The idea became lost in fantasy. Sure he will eventually find her, the writer makes the situation worse, dramatic, from his marriage. Between nostalgia and resolve, we must admit the end.
admit that strange flutter of a life that was once thought blazing crescendo. Admit that seducing women became more difficult, admit regret and respect for others, accept the silence, admit the addiction accept this form of undeniable failure ... but still hoping and looking.
From the bitter irony, funny courteously; formulas relevant to the ideas tender, funny or tragic: the author has clearly eaten his own gravy. A novel fragile but smiling, showing that David Foenkinos still has many things to say and tell ... (hopefully!)
took us to the other end of the universe where Vinéens rebuilds a world on their planet once deserted, these three stories brew both ecological issues, technological and ethical through this fragmented culture for millions of years.
At the start, folder "genesis" where a few reminders are made on Vinéens, but also on the origin of certain scenarios, like the idea that the Titans already sailed in the spirit of Roger Leloup before there really Yoko Tsuno .
find myself in the pages of these albums was like going back to my early adolescence, marked by the adventures of Yoko with this feeling at the bottom to find a good old lovable girlfriend who does not age. You feel the passion of Roger Leloup for science fiction and the worlds he creates these machines and these are tools to stimulate our imagination.
A beautiful full So, who closes on a portfolio consisting of a few sketches and enlargements of squares, very pleasant to discover.
bad the construction of this novel is sometimes disjointed and laborious, by his need to go back and forth in time and space. Come and go like the ideas, things to say and do not forget ....
There is a little red in these lines, by blood, sometimes also by ideas. It smells East history that is still struggling to swallow (the need?). Lola Lafon offers us a novel that exhausts probably just have too many words to express. But what words.
This, "Reconciliation" of the city was helping the weak and the poor victims of injustice.
Prudence decides to resume the role of his mother at night, while maintaining a position as governess the day.
While his first mission is successful, Prudence finally discover the underworld of London, one of the Forgotten, ugly, misshapen and other undesirables, which seems a revolt against those "from above" ...
A design that fits well with the atmosphere of London of the nineteenth century, with a lot of dusty houses, dark alleys, the corners of street thugs and small glimmers intriguing. Without missing heat so far, it integrates very well in history: a mixture of Gothic stained investigation of a light fantastic and questioning of a "superhero" who realizes that helping humanity is not so much sinecure.
weaknesses in this story, perhaps those not play too well with the images it employs. Despite minor characters that we feel become endearing (the little scamp seduced by her new housekeeper to the butler in the right heart, through the "good bastards" service ...) but a little too smooth, this comic reads nicely - though not surprisingly - and has a certain charm.
The end leaves us on a rebound, so expect to see Volume Two, which should already be published soon ...
No, Michael Collins is where souls are languishing, where the spirits take a tortuous path and never in the line they would have hoped. He draws the characters relate gross disorder, always inclined to miss something, and often their lives.
Placing a recurring stories in the eighties, he presents here an ultimately banal scene right away: E. Robert Pendleton, a professor at the University of Bannockburn was also missing something: his writing career. Stranded in the darkness of a job with the routine and depressing superficiality, he is regularly confronted his professional failure resurfaces when her friend turned enemy Allen Horowitz, bestselling author and master of bestsellers.
At their last meeting, Pendleton knows it is time for him to commit suicide. Surprised not to have thought earlier. Proceeded to act ... and misses his suicide. Too.
In a coma, yet he left behind a will that binds it despite Adi Wiltshire, a student struggling later on to complete his doctorate, his life as a vegetable. Because she had sided with of Horowitz, Pendleton leaves him the burden of being the legatee of his work.
And rummaging in his cartoons Adi finds a novel published at the author, "The Scream," a sort of autobiography of a murderer. Discovering a true masterpiece, Adi Horowitz joins to republish "The Scream". A success.
But soon, there is a reconciliation of the story and murder, real one, a 13 year old girl, which occurred ten years earlier, at the time of the first edition of the novel Pendleton ...
Guilt, ambition, hypocrisy, manipulation ... Characters in questioning, vague identities, shoved, the atmosphere is dark, souls are gray. Even the police officer placed on the investigation, escaping his memories and his family life, pursued also by his personal failings and his obsessions.
No light but a sharper art to develop a picture deep, carefully thought out and realistic. Collins is a fascinating writer, even if it takes us into dark corners, although we did see the dark so much so that white would end almost by us blinking.
more accessible than "The die emerald" or "guards the truth," "The Secret Life of E. Robert Pendleton is still a novel dense, extremely well built, with an intelligence that commands admiration. Of the great literary quality ...
Peggy goes to her psychiatrist, asks "Is this the right this time?", Not shrink, but the man she comes encounter.
"You think ...?" How do I know ... "We'll see next week, miss."
Ernest accumulates girls like beads on a necklace. Macho at heart, he refuses to alienate his life a free man ... to kiss and when he wants.
And yet, with Peggy, there is a trick, something different.
And yet, with Ernest, it is a trick, something different.
She eats vegetarian, talk about balls and vital feng shui, going to conferences on dubious healing powers of the inner self and never leaves her blind optimism (and infuriating ...).
He finds it has a nice ass, is allergic to the ecology and bio yet lets itself be captured by Peggy where he would never set foot before. Except ...
The story of a couple in four seasons. The history of differences that divide us and lead us ... Everything is learned to know and listen ... or not.
A touching and funny tale, which features cartoon characters of themselves, sometimes photos, sometimes simply true (too).
No romance modernized overrated, just people as there are so many. With a light tone
lesson of "savoir vivre" vital balls make us aware of these concessions are inevitable in human relationships / or love. A drawing
marked, thick, as are Peggy and Ernest, at the bottom.
And now it's over ... A bit of nostalgia, a strange sensation to the idea that the adventure is over several years? Maybe.
few laps in the first part of Volume 7, ... but the atmosphere compensates enough.
Dumbledore died and left the responsibility to Harry and his two friends to find the last Horcruxes, objects in which Voldemort heart (Well, You-Know-Who) has buried some of his soul. While the evil sorcerer and his minions have the grip on the Ministry and Hogwarts, Harry is central to all research, become an element to be eliminated at all costs. Fruitless quest, restlessness, conflict, psychological evolution of our heroes and questions.
And that was really Dumbledore? And those famous Deathly Hallows ... a seductive power that might help eliminate Voldemort?
Even if the end has already been repeatedly revealed, I do not take sides in this column.
End Volume therefore epilogue of a long saga that has enthralled the crowds. And probably not the best, alas, even though in the vein of the previous room. Less excavated and pushed less well constructed, it may feel shortness of breath at dawn the author. A first part a little shuffling, a second part cons more intense, with a more turbulent evolution, although a bit messy towards a climax that is this long-awaited end. Who? How? Why?
truths are revealed, reversals of situations do not miss, the last pages devour. Finally answers to our questions ...
Good time in reading this, despite some reservations, good times in this series, especially, who, despite his success megalomaniac side, was really exciting.
A character to the undeniable sense of honor, a hard heart (too?) Tender, which never departed from his sense of humor and its lack of rancor. We discover, it is appreciated in this adventure very "old pirate movie" has its charm, accentuated by the black and white drawing, yet not devoid of shades of Hugo Pratt.
For who knows nothing or little adventures of the famous pirate (like myself), The Ballad of the Salt Sea is probably a good way to find, even if we can not say that Corto takes a starring role here permanently, it is competed Pandora by the female character, nice girl and strong character, who will life on several occasions.
We are in the Pacific, it's war, the Great, but that seems far away. Can be seen passing contraband, rivalries, dreamy scenery and contrasting cultures. A breeze blows epic on these pages and it is very pleasant to be carried away.
A beautiful object, therefore, that this anniversary edition, although a bit bulky and difficult to carry (but who wants to take this risk?), Whose foreword and afterword (Gianni BRUNORO) open an extra eye, empathetic and warm on the world Corto Maltese (his personality, context, characters who revolve around him, its history, ...), a character who can not help but inspire some sympathy.