During the 60 pages of this album, she does her mourning and the reader accompanies this terribly attractive woman in her painful memories. Absent parents, distant, reluctant to witness the tenderness to their child.
Adultery of his mother, the divorce of her parents and resulted in the common denominator of all this pain: the death of little Leo, elder brother drowned in the family pool in mysterious circumstances.
Our heroine must coexist with what this ghost has never known and to which it owes life.
By this I mean that Leah knows being a replacement child, his first name to the smoldering anger of his parents who unconsciously BE accuse him alive, Leah must take their sufferings and a terrible family secret: Leo was a suicidal child who felt navoir not desired.
Duffer! The least lon can say is that Zidrou has not chosen the easy with this album.Il chooses to speak in the most terrible thing that can exist: the death of a child in a family.
If lon called orphan whoever loses its parent; the opposite nexiste not! In any language the word for a parent who outlives her child nexiste, as it seems to us contrary to the order of things quun small mans disappears before its parents.
In less than 60 pages, Leah bury his father, remembers having attended the adulterous antics of his mother, an abortion at 16 to avoid being a bad mother, and redoubled strategies to be loved for what it is and discovered 25 years after the terrible secret of his brother.
However, Zidrou gets to write the dune path survivor who tries at all costs BE happy despite the ball chained to her sex pieds.Le that opens the album, masturbation his little piece of life, Leah finds consolation in the arms with and sometimes between the thighs her friend, are all resilience factors that allow it to stay alive. Dentendre his body respond to this form.
The deconstructed narrative that fits together to suit his emotions, his feelings and his repressed memories allow the reader to create a strong sense dempathie with this character who refuses BE the victim of a family destiny too heavy for her.
By making connections with the most absurd acts of his life, Leah performs face his reader a successful psychoanalysis that it attempts to re-fragment the empty spaces of his memories. Here is a story quaurait perfectly able to write lami British Neil Gaiman who Nexcelle never more so than in the description of family shackles, funeral rites and resolutions arising therefrom.
Except that our author is French and that he has another chief doeuvre to his credit: Les Folies Bergere (also chronicled on this site by yours truly). As Gaiman, dailleurs he shows versatility by writing beautiful dune also books for children, including Ducobu.
By choosing an entertaining media like comics, he sattaque all taboos that constitute our human experience BE: death, fear, parenting mistakes, remorse and unspoken.
However, reading this Travel Fair is very pleasant and never in pathos. Zidrou knows how to be frugal on the management of the intimate drama of his heroine who refuses to sink into depression and managed to make his sadness asset.
He is helped by the elegant drawing Springer. His characters are endowed with beautiful eyes, especially those of Leah expressing his melancholy, his determination. It creates a very attractive heroine of paper in his frailty, fixed in a sexuality that lon would like to share with her.
Some great moments sprinkled throughout the album: the filming of a clip where Leah pass from sadness to joy for the necessity of work, the surreal scenes where Leo's ghost come to haunt the night after love, when a heartbreaking scene where his father tells him Post-mortem by a clever screenwriting process.
Despite the seriousness of his subject, here's a beautiful story we'd like to play more often. Zidrou multiplies psychoanalytic allusions accessible and giving meaning to the life of Léa, he also gives his reader to continue this journey to the land of sorrow, where the author, as a benevolent guide, never lets our hand.
A great story full of sadness. Great sadness for a story of hope
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