3.5/5
I always liked Degas' paintings a lot, since I found a copy of one of his at home as a child. I was fascinated by the colors and the little dancers. One day while in college a friend of mine pointed out how much she did not like Degas. She said she found the paintings creepy: something about the man painting those little girls didn't sit right with her. And as much as I enjoyed the paintings, I couldn't argue with that, or deny her arguments. When I stumbled accross this graphic novel, I decided to read it not just because I was in search of a quick read, but because I suddenly remembered with much clarity the conversation I'd had with my friend. I realized, with some surprise that I knew literally nothing about the man behind the paintings. Who was this possibly very creepy Degas anyways? What did he do in life other than painting?
This graphic novel presents us with an account of the life of Degas, one that tries to delve into some of his contraictions --that being one of the main points in the narrative-- while being generally very sympathetic towards the man. The portrayal is interesting, through fairly simple and not all that profound. It raises a couple question it does answer throughout its duration, but I ended up with the feeling I knew less than ever about Edgar Degas the man, though I had learned a little bit more about his time and context.
The novel is divided in four sections, the first starting with Degas' funeral, second being about his youth, third marked by his meeting with American painter Mary Cassatt until it wraps up at the begining of the story, and a fourth part that is more of a side story takign place in the final days before Degas' passing. The narration started off rather weak. I found the writing sort of unappealing during the first half, not much intriguing and trying far too hard to make Degas likeable. However, I found the second half much more interesting: the evolution of his relationship with Manet, the overview of the Impressionists' expositions, and most of all the introduction of Cassatt whose figure and work was practically unkown to me until now. Though the writing was a little plain at times, I felt it growing on me and enjoyed the later parts of the book the most. I found part four to be especially moving. My final impression was that, though a little too didactic and tending to a rather bland coming-of-age feel in the first half, Salva Rubio's writing was overall suitable enough, and his interest in the time period is palpable.
But I can't talk about this work without referring to the art. The art is, perhaps, one of the most important things when we talk of graphic novels. While the writing can sometimes be excused when it's not great, the art can truly make or break a work of this type. It must at once be in syncrony with the writing, and elevate the writing. It must be able to suit the mood of the text narration and show all that is not being told. And in that, Efa's art is an absolute success. With delicacy, beauty and attention to detail he provides the livelihood that the story may otherwise lack. He renders, in his own style, many paintings form the time period, while keeping the art reminiscent to that of Degas and his peers. The visual narration worked perfectly well, and shines through especially during the speechless scenes. The art is stylish, delicate, soft and compelling. I'd say this is worth the read even if just for the art alone --unless you're like my friend and find Degas' creepy, then this won't shange much your opinion on him. Efa's art is be beautiful, flows very well narratively, perfectly fits the story and is pleasing on the eye.