It maura therefore not until the number 9 of the "Notes" for quenfin jai the pleasure of discovering this author. This guy has an incredible talent, as has the impression that he draws it breathes, that home is drawing quun art, just a full-fledged language as the writing can Letre for writers. The guy says dailleurs not to use the sketch. To believe that he could draw everything, also at home in the cartoon in laquarelle, even paying the luxury of making Japanese prints. Simply sen realize bouletcorp.com visit his blog. Most of the time in black and white with touches of color occasionally, these "beautiful designs full of little lines" that could evoke Crumb or Moebius, also impress with their fluidity, their direction of movement and framing, but especially by their crazy expressiveness into caricature, leading the reader an uncontrollable urge to laugh. Boulet is the main character in his stories, he showed a lot dautodérision, perhaps a way not to catch the cigar, which is tempting when one like him has such talent.
Topics range of food (cooked endives, the "pizza-ball") to quantum physics (our hero plunging into metaphysical vertigo), through theft weightless, a hair-raising experience of Mr. Boulet himself through CNES orders. Extremely hilarious, humor sophomoric, beyond lanecdotique conceals more serious themes like the transition to adulthood issues of success, knows where the author bring out the paradoxes and absurdities of our world so well organized.
His way is such not to take seriously that it manages to establish an immediate complicity with the reader. Already sufficiently tortured, Boulet clings to his childhood soul, one can not blame him, but do not tell him that "designers are big children". It has the gift to put it out of him, so he has to murder the arguments once and for all that stupid cliche, as it does in the first pages. Boulet is a talented author quattachant, and single volume maura enough to be permanently conquered. I will go and put myself in search of the previous eight
