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A review by settare
Les 7 boules de cristal by Hergé
5.0
The text below is included in ALL of my reviews for the Tintin series. If you've already read it, please proceed to the last part of the review.
I am a lifelong fan of Tintin and Hergé. Tintin is the earliest memory I have of being exposed to books and stories, my dad started to read Tintin to me when I was less than three years old and continued to do so until I learned to read on my own. I have loved these stories my whole life, and I know all of them by heart, in Persian, in English, and in French.
But, as a devout fan, I think it's time to do the hard but right thing: confess that these books are far from perfect. They are full of stereotypes, they are racist, whitewashed, colonialist, orientalist, and many other problematic "ists" for the modern reader. Not to mention a complete lack of female characters in the entire franchise.
The only reoccurring woman, Bianca Castafiore, is not even a good character, she's a mocking parody of the poor dear Maria Callas that Hergé hated. Other women present are her maid Irma (in approximately 20 frames), Alcazar's wife, a seer, some landladies, and some other very minor characters that play no important role. Anyway.
In the past few years, I've struggled to decide how I feel about these books. Will I dismiss them? Consider "the time they were written in" and excuse them? Love them in secret? Start disliking them? I don't know. So far I haven't reached a fixed decision, but I will say this:
I am aware that these books are problematic. I acknowledge that. I don't stand for the message of some of these books. At the same time, I won't dismiss or hide my love for them because they were an integral part of my growing up, and they have shaped some of my fondest memories, fantasies, and games. I still love the adventures of Tintin very much. And I have a soft spot for my dear old Captain Haddock, stupid and ridiculous as he is.
Le 7 boules de crystal is one of my absolute favorites. Colonialist, I admit, but it's so full of mystery and thrill and allure that I can't help but giving it a full rating.
I am a lifelong fan of Tintin and Hergé. Tintin is the earliest memory I have of being exposed to books and stories, my dad started to read Tintin to me when I was less than three years old and continued to do so until I learned to read on my own. I have loved these stories my whole life, and I know all of them by heart, in Persian, in English, and in French.
But, as a devout fan, I think it's time to do the hard but right thing: confess that these books are far from perfect. They are full of stereotypes, they are racist, whitewashed, colonialist, orientalist, and many other problematic "ists" for the modern reader. Not to mention a complete lack of female characters in the entire franchise.
The only reoccurring woman, Bianca Castafiore, is not even a good character, she's a mocking parody of the poor dear Maria Callas that Hergé hated. Other women present are her maid Irma (in approximately 20 frames), Alcazar's wife, a seer, some landladies, and some other very minor characters that play no important role. Anyway.
In the past few years, I've struggled to decide how I feel about these books. Will I dismiss them? Consider "the time they were written in" and excuse them? Love them in secret? Start disliking them? I don't know. So far I haven't reached a fixed decision, but I will say this:
I am aware that these books are problematic. I acknowledge that. I don't stand for the message of some of these books. At the same time, I won't dismiss or hide my love for them because they were an integral part of my growing up, and they have shaped some of my fondest memories, fantasies, and games. I still love the adventures of Tintin very much. And I have a soft spot for my dear old Captain Haddock, stupid and ridiculous as he is.
Le 7 boules de crystal is one of my absolute favorites. Colonialist, I admit, but it's so full of mystery and thrill and allure that I can't help but giving it a full rating.