Sattouf We knew used his past to write (or film) his works ("Back to school", "Manual virgin" and even some details in the series of 'Pascal Brutal "among others), he used his daily life ("The Secret Life of young people"), but rarely had wanted the tone so personal and introspective. This is a brutal plunge back than Sattouf done to take us in the first years of his life and tell us his childhood in the Middle East, among Gaddafi in Libya (less bloated and still imbued with a socialist doctrine and false panarabique ) and father Assad in Syria (as well as the dictatorial will be his son).
There is also the Breton roots of the author in snatches, and especially we discover the presence of a brilliant father though blinded by his desire to leave the religious obscurantism of the Muslims to give birth to "the Arab future "... with all the paradoxes that entails, especially in an era marked by the end of colonialism and the emergence of pan-Arabism. This gives rise to situations where the comical blithely mixes the tragic and where the daily child Sattouf dovetails with the political and social changes in those countries. It splits manages to be achieved through this incredible skill from the author to meet the felt so opposed without falling into disdain or in psychoanalytic introspection. This is the end (even if it is bold, say it!), Interesting, intelligent, and all this without mentioning the drawing, especially in Sattouf always, but mostly terribly endearing!
In the end, there Riad Sattouf sign one of his best albums. The autobiography side is fully controlled with the right amount of "voyeurism" and especially the ability to put its own history in a family context geopolitical complex, but extremely exciting. Read quickly, pending further (and Volume 4 Pascal Brutal is done wickedly desired!).
