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A review by readingtrying82
Equinoxes by Cyril Pedrosa
5.0
"There was something precious to learn there...I still regret being blind and dead to beauty for so long. That territory seemed forbidden to me. I didn't have the keys to it" You almost need a kind of appreciative, curious and receptive attentiveness to unlock this book, but once unlocked it's full of beauty in all its knowingness and transience.
I felt drawn to start reading Comics and Manga a few years ago, wasn't sure why but I went with my reading desire as I often do. A few comics/manga have really left an impression on me as did this one. But this one also articulated and showed me one of the things I was seeking in reading graphic narratives: the beauty of art and narrative enhancing each other to where a single picture can express a whole life or a relationship: a time dependent narrative crystalized into a still dynamic panel full of pathos and meaning in context. It was breathtaking the few times it happened in this book.
An older character in the book says of his book collection: "I can't throw them away, these all have a false bottom with my life inside" Each book is a portrait of a time in his life: this one was given as a present by so and so, this one he read when he was early in love...
It seems to me Pedrosa is trying though his impressionistic drawings to make images with false bottoms with the character's lives peeking out in between the shading, the contours, and the colors. More impressive than this ambition is that he often succeeds.
I felt drawn to start reading Comics and Manga a few years ago, wasn't sure why but I went with my reading desire as I often do. A few comics/manga have really left an impression on me as did this one. But this one also articulated and showed me one of the things I was seeking in reading graphic narratives: the beauty of art and narrative enhancing each other to where a single picture can express a whole life or a relationship: a time dependent narrative crystalized into a still dynamic panel full of pathos and meaning in context. It was breathtaking the few times it happened in this book.
An older character in the book says of his book collection: "I can't throw them away, these all have a false bottom with my life inside" Each book is a portrait of a time in his life: this one was given as a present by so and so, this one he read when he was early in love...
It seems to me Pedrosa is trying though his impressionistic drawings to make images with false bottoms with the character's lives peeking out in between the shading, the contours, and the colors. More impressive than this ambition is that he often succeeds.