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Marjane Satrapi's Persepolis - Review | Children's Literature
All of the protagonists are energetic and real; I confess that in this book (and I never cry while I read books) "I almost cried" A funny and vivid reminder of a young Iranian woman by Marjane Satrapi, Persepolis is an utterly astonishing book full of joy, sorrow and infancy experiences in a universe in which all kids are compelled to have a child.
It' narrated in a cartoon with simple but breathtaking pictures. In this way she resorts to God and reads all the textbooks she can. You have to study the remainder and find out! The lyrics Satrapi almost childishly composed to mirror Marjan's virginity in this terrible underworld.
Each character is energetic and real; I must confess, I wept for almost a few seconds in this book (and I never cry when I read books). This book is moving at a high speed, which makes the readers feel almost dizzy; the effect is very intoxicating. A favourite part of this book was the size of the graphics boards.
And there was a lot of symbols in the boards, which you will definitely see when you are reading the book. I would give this book a 10 out of 10 overall. I' d suggest this to youngsters from the age of 12; this book covers very ripe topics and sometimes shows violent sequences.
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The New York Times - God was like Marx - The New York Times
Persepolis'' is the latest and one of the most delicious samples of a thriving post-modern genre: cartoon-biography. As Spiegelman's "Mouse" Satrapis book connects historical politics and memoirs and describes the upheaval of a nation in the twentieth and twentieth centuries. Their main character is Marji, a tenacious, cheeky little Irishman little gal who seeks to turn away from her evading elder, if not even from the reality, at least a believable excuse for the troubles they are going through.
Marji, like her writer in 1969, grew up in a fashionable, radically fashionable home in Tehran. She is an engineer's sire; her feministic mom is marching at rallies against the Sharjah; Marji, an only pupil, visits the Lyceum in France. When Marji's dad finds out to his indignation that her maidservant is in lover with her neighbours' sons, Satrapi breaks the romantic relationship by saying: "In this land you have to remain in your own people.
'' Marek creeps into the crying girl's room to console her, reflective, boring as hell,'We weren't in the same grade of socio-bab... but at least we were in the same one. Marji finds her own answer to the issue of societal unfairness in it. Cause my dad had a Cadillac.
'' This book is full of bitter-sweet sketches of Marji's Tête-à-têtes with God, who looks like Marx, although Marx's fur was a little curly. Marji's instructor invites her mum and dad to talk about the disturbing mental state of the newborn. She is 10 when the shadow is toppled and she finds out that her great-grandfather was the last Kaiser of Persia.
It was dismissed by a low-ranking army official called Reza, who, with the support of the British, coronated himself to the Sha. Marji's father, the emperor's father, was briefly the premier before being imprisoned as a communist. Today's Sshah is sent into banishment, Marji's father and mother are happy. Soon, the same boyfriends were imprisoned again or killed by the revolu- tionaries; Marji and her classmates take the curtain off and learn self-flagellation instead of alphatro.
Again, Marji finds a female insurgent, briefly held by the guardians of the Nike Sports Movement, in difficulty at primary schools because she announces that, despite the teacher's lie, there are a hundred fold as many prisoner of conscience under the Revolutions as there are under the Sshah.
While Marji is taking part in a carnival for which her mom knits a jumper full of tears, peasants her own old are sent into the mine fields of Iraq, equipped with keys that promise them paradise when they are slain.
'' Marji's folks decided to take her abroad when she was killed by rockets that destroyed the home next to Marji's and killed a girlfriend and her aunt. A 14-year-old Marji ends the book, with her hands clenched against the partition glazing of the airfield, her chador-framed face a shadow of terror that looks back on her powerless mom and her grief-monger.
Persepolis'', on the other hand, is dancing with dramatic and carefree comedy. Satrapis artistry is daring and lively. Persepolis'' unfolds all the Paranoiac Expressionism hidden in the contrasting scales of the cartoon - the kid who is eclipsed by appearing folks, by huge police officers who guard the closed door to a cinema that was burned down - but when Satrapi is a fight in the school yard, it is directly from perspective of Iranian minis.
Persepolis'' was first released with great popularity in Satrapi's adopted France, where grown-up comics are a long-awaited series. That book couldn't have come at a better time.