A memoir in graphic novel form about growing up in Iran during the revolution.

I avoided reading this for a long time because I had the impression that it was one of those worthy, educational, depressing books which are read more for their medicinal benefit than for enjoyment. (Perhaps because reviews often began "This is a very important book.") Those are certainly valuable and necessary, but not often to my personal taste.

I had somehow missed any mention of the fact that Persepolis is extremely funny as well as dark, and not earnestly improving at all. It’s actually in a completely different tradition, that of the memoir of two brutal experiences – war and the less-than-happy childhood – which often inspire black comedy. The other thing I didn’t expect was an odd bit of personal resonance: both Satrapi and I come from Communist families. I only wish that, like her, I had been given comic books on dialectical materialism.

The deceptively simple art meshes with the deceptively simple writing to create a perfect recreation of her child’s eye view, to which she and we bring our own adult perspective. Very funny, very dark, precisely observed, poignant, and witty. I couldn’t stop reading this, and I highly recommend it.
A memoir in graphic novel form about growing up in Iran during the revolution.

I avoided reading this for a long time because I had the impression that it was one of those worthy, educational, depressing books which are read more for their medicinal benefit than for enjoyment. (Perhaps because reviews often began "This is a very important book.") Those are certainly valuable and necessary, but not often to my personal taste.

I had somehow missed any mention of the fact that Persepolis is extremely funny as well as dark, and not earnestly improving at all. It’s actually in a completely different tradition, that of the memoir of two brutal experiences – war and the less-than-happy childhood – which often inspire black comedy. The other thing I didn’t expect was an odd bit of personal resonance: both Satrapi and I come from Communist families. I only wish that, like her, I had been given comic books on dialectical materialism.

The deceptively simple art meshes with the deceptively simple writing to create a perfect recreation of her child’s eye view, to which she and we bring our own adult perspective. Very funny, very dark, precisely observed, poignant, and witty. I couldn’t stop reading this, and I highly recommend it.
rachelmanija: (Sandman: Dream)
( Aug. 1st, 2009 12:49 pm)
Last night I dreamed that I was stuck in the audience of the world's worst production of Sweeney Todd. The actors periodically marched into the audience and got in their faces.

At the end, a jet of fake blood spurted twenty feet high, then waved back and forth like the dancing fountains at the Bellagio, drenching the audience all the way up to the balcony. Not waiting for "The Ballad of Sweeney Todd," as a body we charged, dripping and squishing, to the box office to demand dry cleaning vouchers.
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rachelmanija: (Sandman: Dream)
( Aug. 1st, 2009 12:49 pm)
Last night I dreamed that I was stuck in the audience of the world's worst production of Sweeney Todd. The actors periodically marched into the audience and got in their faces.

At the end, a jet of fake blood spurted twenty feet high, then waved back and forth like the dancing fountains at the Bellagio, drenching the audience all the way up to the balcony. Not waiting for "The Ballad of Sweeney Todd," as a body we charged, dripping and squishing, to the box office to demand dry cleaning vouchers.
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