- Misschien is die twijfel net wel goed. - Hoezo? - Wel.... 't Haalt je uit balans... Maar 't zet je in beweging.
Tijdens de equinox, wanneer de dag even lang is als de nacht, krijg je de indruk dat de wereld heel even een evenwicht vindt tussen licht en schaduw. Een vluchtige balans, zoals we die ook in ons leven zoeken. Dit boek is een vierluik, verdeeld over vier seizoenen, met personages uit alle streken en alle sociale klassen. Mensen die uit balans raken en in een isolement terechtkomen. Door hun gekwelde geest en de geheimzinnige kronkels in de wereld van vandaag hangt hun leven soms aan een zijden draadje. Elk seizoen is te herkennen aan een eigen grafische stijl, een aparte 'stem' en een nieuw kleurenpalet. Cyril Pedrosa, die intussen als striptekenaar een stevige reputatie heeft verworven, levert een polyfonisch werk van grote intensiteit met een unieke narratieve kracht. Niet zonder humor, bovendien.
Cyril Pedrosa began his career in animation, working on the Disney films "Hunchback of Notre Dame" and "Hercules." He has since become a rising star in a new kind of graphic storytelling, combining the influences of animation and the literary traditions of Borges, García Márquez, and Tolkien to create a unique visual handwriting.
Just take a look for a minute or so at some images from what Scott McCloud calls the “sumptuous feast” of this ambitious and awe-inspiring graphic novel by Pedrosa.
An equinox happens when the plane of the equator passes through the center of the sun. It occurs twice a year; once in late March, and again in late September. On an equinox, day and night are of approximately equal duration all over the planet. So the idea is to show the passage of time in various contexts and with different people.
The idea here for the purpose of story and art is balance, equilibrium. The novel is multilayered, multigenre, involving an array of characters (though mainly from two central groups) from different social backgrounds, some of them weaving into other stories. Slice of life. So that part of it seems multiple, less balanced, complicatedly related, but it is also balanced in many ways: it’s divided into four sections, each one connected with a season. Musical lyrics make its way throughout.
Each season has a silent sub-section telling an anecdote of a young person in prehistoric times. Each features a woman taking photographs and making up stories—in prose, no comics--of the people she photographs. These prose stories happen once in each of the four sections. Each character seeks equilibrium in her own ways. They’re all trying to make meaning, make sense of things. We have an atheist and a priest for brothers. Balanced. Visually each section has its color schema and tone. The last section, in summer, seems to bring things to some kind of closure.
But it’s not about plot, foremost. It’s a reflective canvas on which ideas are being painted with rich tones. It feels like this is one of the books that can join the great new voices of the graphic novel as a serious literary and artistic form. It’s an adult novel, for those interested more broadly in the arts, and deeper reflections about the meaning of life. Introspective. Just wonderfully drawn and colored, lovely to see. One needs to read it again and again, and I have just read it once over ten days or so and I feel have just scratched at the surface of it. Guess I am just going to have buy it. You should check it out.
What a masterwork. One of the best graphic novels I’ve ever read. A feast for your eyes. And a touching story, a bit on the sad and pessimistic side, about intertwining lives of normal individuals in a French town.
The things the author is able to do with colors .... oh, my God. You can get lost in some of these panels. I could just stare at them for hours.
I read the book as ebook, through the LA library, and I’m now considering getting the hard copy.
One minor quibble: I don’t think the pages with only text (prose) work, at least they didn’t for me. When my brain is in a “reading comics” mode, it somehow doesn’t want to stop and read a whole page with only text. Especially when - like in this book - the quality of the art is superior to the quality of the content.
Pedrosa'nın şu paleti kullanım şekli nerden baksan nirvana. Çizimlerden gözünü alamıyor ki insan hani romanın şiirselliğine kaptırsa kendini. Muazzam bir yetenek. İnanılmaz keyifli bir kalem. Sinirler bozuk.
kucaklaşma ritüelleri. alışılmış coşkular, mekanik mutluluk çığlıkları, herkesin, en başta kendisinin , rolünü şevkle oynadığı üzgün bir komedinin duygusu. zorlama gülümsemelerin soğuk maskesinin yüzünden kayıp gittiğini ve kanayarak yeniden yüzünü kapladığını o zaman hissetmişti. o maskeyi söküp atmak istedi ancak elleri doluydu. elleri, başka elleri sıkıyor, cansız göğüsleri sıkıştırıyor, sigara yakıyordu. el çabukluğu. nasıl bir zaman kaybı… yıllar geçti, çok hızlı geçti ve aniden gelen o yılları bir hiç uğruna yaşamanın korkusu. bu korkuyu hiç yaşamamış gibi davranmak neden? hele ki yarın bir gün her şey durduğunda daha da büyüğünü yaşayacakken… bu baş dönmesini hissetmemiş gibi yaparak, kim olduğumuzu saklamak neden?
bu maskeli balodan memnunmuş gibi göründükleri için, kendi aralarında bir zamanlar bu kadar güçlü bir şekilde hissettikleri o hızı yeniden yakalamasında ona yardım etmedikleri için onlara kin tutuyordu. -
Ya bir kitap düşünün, her sayfası bir öncekinden daha güzel. Diyorsun ki "Ya bu sayfa en sevdiğim sayfa" sonra sayfayı çeviriyorsunuz, bambaşka bir renk paleti, bambaşka bir dünya... Bayıldım. Büyülendim. Harika demek yetersiz ama başka nasıl anlatırım emin değilim. Nasıl bir yetenek ya!
Equinoxes by Cyril Pedrosa is an unusual combination of graphic novel and long form prose. It alternates between styles, stories, characters, and seasons as it tells a rather melancholy tale.
The main story of the graphic novel part follows an eldery man who is past the point in his life of being politically active. He wants to simply enjoy the last years he has but his friends and family have larger concerns about an airport being built near their hometown.
I quite liked his character. He is loving and honest but also knows there's only so much a person can do. He's past wasting his energy on losing battles. The pictures that go with this story are simple and quaint, just like he is.
Mainly focuses on 2 separate slice of life stories. One featuring a divorced father, the other an elder gentlemen approaching the end of his life. While nothing much happens in either story, they are intriguing. There's two other stories throughout the book that I found somewhat distracting. One shows some of the life of a caveman while the other is just a woman taking pictures and making up prose stories for each of her subjects.
Received an advance copy from Papercutz and NetGalley in exchange for an honest review.
Poezija u bojama ❤ Slucajni ljudi koji su zumirani, portretirani kroz cetiri godisnja doba i poetske crtice. Grafika je prekrasna i stalno se mijenja pa je dojam kolaza... jako vibrantno, upecatljivo, u samu bit.
De prachtige tekeningen en de vele verschillende stijlen in dit boek wijzen me erop hoe weinig ik van tekenen afweet. Welke technieken zijn hier allemaal gebruikt? Welke materialen? Ik wou dat ik er meer van af wist, op zijn minst, en stiekem dat ik het ook zou kunnen. Ik wou dat ik wist hoe hij zoveel diversiteit en gelaagdheid in de tekeningen krijgt. De visuele meerstemmigheid ondersteunt bovendien de vele verhalen die weliswaar als kralen aan een ketting met elkaar verbonden zijn, maar toch vooral ook associatief in de sfeer van herfst, winter, lente en zomer evolueren. Het boek is een portrettengalerij van einzelgängers – deels letterlijk, want een van de hoofdpersonages is een vrouw die foto's neemt van toevallige voorbijgangers die in gedachten verzonken zijn. Tegelijk bevragen die eenlingen hun band met de medemens of met de maatschappij, met hoe ze zich kunnen verzetten tegen de bouw van een vliegveld bijvoorbeeld, of tegen een grote ontslagronde bij een bedrijf. Ook daar krijgen we verschillende, maar toch allemaal herkenbare standpunten. Verschillende generaties worstelen met eenzelfde dilemma, en vinden rust in een nieuwe liefde of de dood.
Het enige jammere is de vertaling. Na elke foto van de vrouw krijgen we een bladzijde tekst: een inkijk in het hoofd van de geportretteerde. Waar de vertalingen van de dialogen nog oké zijn, zijn deze langere, meer literaire teksten zwaar op de hand. De Franse, meer op naamwoorden gerichte grammatica schemert te vaak door. Meer werkwoorden zouden de tekst veel vloeiender gemaakt hebben.
This is the best graphic novel I have read since Essex County. I really cannot say enough praise, but here is an attempt:
Describing Equinoxes is just as difficult as describing why any great piece of art is beautiful and or important to someone whom has never encountered it...
The art style is magnificent. Setting a dynamic mood with its range of vivid, sometimes moody schemes. I felt the urge to cut out some of the stark imagery for framing.
The characters are as real as some of the elder New Englanders I love and hate. And the story holds its scales somewhere between deep sentimentality and existential crisis.
Cyril Pedrosa will soon share my shelf-space with Jeff Lemire.
Evo sam dovrši Ekvinocij. Lip strip. Nisam siguran ca sam sve shvati, a ca nisam, ali strip stvarno zaokupi pažnju. Igra se bojom i stilom. Naracija je tečna. Djeluje ko kad sam ko mali sluša razgovore odraslih; nisi siguran što govore, ali znaš da je zanimljivo i bitno.
"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.
This entire review has been hidden because of spoilers.
Wow. Incredibly slow to start, scattered, disrupted, though beautiful. Towards the middle I thought oh, I don't know if I can finish it, it's like three books in one, but I was intrigued so I kept going. I still don't quite feel as invested as I could have in these characters and I'll blame myself for being a poor reader in French and being too lazy to look up words I didn't know, which is weird because for most of January I did that and it was really enriching, but sometimes you just want to look at the pretty pictures and not be challenged (half kidding).
So I think it was a question of reading mood and the pressure to read everything I've checked out from the library.
I liked the technique of photography as a tool to enter the cave of people's minds, but it was confusing who was doing the narrating during these moments, the photographer or the person being photographed, especially at the beginning.
My favorite part was the discussion between the two brothers in the middle of the night about Virginia Woolf's husband saying that the world would've turned out the same if he'd spent his life playing ping pong. But perhaps if he had been different his wife would've been different this wouldn't have written her books, which may not have changed much but enough. It goes well with the interweaving narrative of all the characters.
One strange thing was the way most of the women were drawn such that they could be the same woman at different ages, but he's capable of variety so I'm not sure why...?
I would love to have another go at this in a few years and see what I think.
Zwaar onder de indruk... Lichtjes ontroerd klap ik dit boek toe. De man die ons in het verleden parels als "Drie Schimmen" en "Portugal" leverde slaagt er nog eens met verve in : de lat nog een stukje hoger leggen, zijn grenzen verleggen en ondertussen de lezer weten te beroeren via een verhaal met meerdere harten die meerstemmig weerklinken doorheen dit feest voor oog en geest.
p.s. : De Nederlandse vertaling en lettering alsook de mooie uitgave door Dupuis verdienen een pluim.
Mening van De Stripspeciaalzaak : "Pedrosa levert met deze poëtische schets van gewone mensen een tegelijk boeiende en moeilijk toegankelijke krachttoer zonder eigenlijk verhaal, waarmee hij het ongrijpbare van onze onbewuste omgang met elkaar tastbaarder maakt. Tegelijk licht en zwaar dus, maar daarom niet minder inzichtelijk. Want om ook te besluiten met George R.R. Martin: "A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies. The man who never reads lives only one." (http://www.stripspeciaalzaak.be/2015_...)
As the seasons of the year pass, so do the lives of the characters in this book. A book like that could turn out to be really boring, but that is not the case here at all. We hear the characters thoughts, see their movements, their doubts, like poetry sometimes, harsh at other times. There are quite some intertwining story lines here, so when I finished the book I immediately wanted to start again, to see if there was anything I missed.
The book is basically like 4 volumes into 1. Each chapter a new season, following the same people, but the art in each of the seasons is distinguished by a different colour palette. I can't really find the words to describe how brilliant I find this book. Cyril Pedrosa delivers another winner after Three Shadows and Portugal. Highly recommended and perhaps the best comic of 2015!
Cyril Pedrosa'nın çizimlerini tuhaf bir biçimde hem seviyorum, hem nefret ediyorum. Çünkü rasgele görünümlü çizimleri sevmiyorum, bu yüzden de özellikle kişi betimlemeleri bana çok yorucu geliyor. Bununla birlikte tam sayfa özellikle bina ve sokak perspektifi içeren paneller de aşırı hoşuma gidiyor.
The Smiths referanslarını çok beğendim ancak hikaye son derece dağınık, kopuk kopuk ve bir bütün oluşturmaktan fazlasıyla uzaktı. Bu nedenle resimleri ve özellikle renkleri hayran hayran incelerken kimi zaman düzyazı formatına dönen bu grafik romandan fiyatı ve ağırlığına rağmen keyif alamadım.
Prachtige graphic novel van Cyril Pedrosa (ik heb ook erg genoten van zijn vorige graphic Portugal). Hij weet je echt mee te nemen in zijn tekeningen/aquarellen. Hij tekent als vanzelf, al moet hij ongelooflijk veel mensen bekeken hebben om ze zo treffend neer te zetten. In deze raamvertelling laat hij fragmentarisch mensen uit alle lagen van de bevolking en van alle leeftijden de revue passeren. Mensen zoals je die overal zou kunnen tegenkomen, waarin je jezelf kan herkennen of waardoor je een ander beter begrijpt. Het zijn momentopnames, er is een onbekend verleden dat achter de personages ligt en een toekomst die we nog niet kennen. Het boek bleef bij me hangen en zette mij erg aan het denken, zo'n boek dat ik twee keer achter elkaar heb gelezen.
This is an outstanding work, and I'm tempted to give it a 5-star rating on here. I hesitate due to the prose-heavy portions of the book that, while sensible and useful given the contexts, at times appear a bit clunky. Pedrosa's use of character development and intertwining plot lines makes this novelistic in nature, and I would call this his most ambitious project to date.
"Dalgaları sakinleştirmek için boşa çaba harcıyordu. Karmaşık düşünceler girdabı görünmez bir duvarı parçalamak için yinelenen saldırılar yapıyordu. Bastırılamayan dalgalar yükseliyordu. Tam bir anlığına onları tutup durdurma umuduna kapılıyordu ki, arkalarında bir boşluk bırakarak yok oluyorlardı. Kurumuş bir ırmak. Bir şey düşünmüştü, bin şey, ama ne?" (s.197-198)
yalnız kalacaktı. kimseye tabi olmayacaktı. asla. sevmek, söz vermekti, söz vermek yalan söylemekti ve daha birçok şey demekti. üst üste yığılmış kelimeler. girdiğine değip değmeyeceğinden emin olmadığı bir savaş için, sırtına geçirdiği zırhın kabukları gibi kelimeler.
"-Vincent... Neden korkuyorsun? -Bilmiyorum birden oldu. İlk defa, her şeyin bir gün duracağını idrak ediyorum. Yaşanabilecek tüm bu hayatları düşünüyorum. Ve tek birini bile yaşamamış olduğum kanısıdayım. Birini bile..."
"-Seninle karşılaşmadan önce, kütüphanelerin... Bilmiyorum... Kiliseler gibi olduğunu düşünüyordum. Kendimi yuvamda hissetmiyordum. -Louis.."
Camille, "Yalnız kalacaktı. Kimseye tabi olmayacaktı. Asla. Sevmek söz vermekti, söz vermek yalan söylemekti ve daha bir çok şey demekti. Üst üste yığılmış kelimeler. Girdiğine değip değmeyeceğinden emin olmadığı bir savaş için, sırtına geçirdiği zırhın kabukları gibi kelimeler."
Hatalarının acısını pişmanlıklarından daha keskin yaşayan Louis, hayatında hiçbir inancı olmayan Vincent, gördüğü suretleri deklanşöre basıp derinlerdeki hikayelerini çıkaran Camille bu çizgi romanın temelini oluşturup, romanı oldukça yoğunlaştırmış. Mevsimlerle beraber çizgilerin renklerle buluşması, değişime uğraması da şahane olmuş. Başlangıçla birgün ve nihayet buluşmak/karşılaşmak ise bu hayatın sürprizi.
J'ai eu du mal à me plonger dans cette BD dans un premier temps car je pense qu'il faut un certain état d'esprit pour l'apprécier. Mais passer ce début difficile, on perçois l'esthétique qui est incroyable et les personnages dépeints qui sont touchants de réalisme... J'ai beaucoup aimé
Hikayeye ve metinlere 2.5, çizimlere ve özellikle de renk kullanımına 5 verirdim. Toplamda 4 verdim, ama aslında 3 de verebilirdim. Peki neden?
İnanılmaz bir renk kurgusu var kitabın. Sanırım bu açıdan okuduğum en iyi grafik roman. Ama metin ve hikaye için aynı şeyi söylemek zor. Derin şeyler söylemeye çalışıyor yazar ama bunu çok yapamıyor, üzerine bu zorlama çaba sırasında hikayenin de tadını kaçırıyor.
Pedrosa'dan bir de Portekiz'i okuyacağım, umarım orada hikaye konusunda daha sakin davranmıştır. Bilmişlik, derinlik, hayatın anlamını verme vs. işlerine kendini fazla kaptırmamalı yazar kısmısı. Sakin olmak lazım.
If you have an impulse to stop reading this book by page 30, go with it. I should have. I read every word and looked at every panel and regret every wasted moment.
A whole lot of nothing characters do a whole lot of nothing for over 300 pages. Tedium packaged for your consumption.
While I found the story rather bleak, and the pages of text off-putting, the art, the ART! so beautiful, so inspiring - I've seen nothing to match it in graphic novels. The way he uses colour is an education in subtlety and tone. This book is a work of art.
Pedrosa, Üç Gölge ile çıtamı baştan çok yükselttiği için olsa gerek, sonraki kitaplarından bir türlü aynı keyfi alamadım. Yani çizgisi, renklendirmesi, kompozisyonu çok güzel ama hikâyelerde tarif edemediğim bir donukluk var.
Je ne sais pas comment tu fais pour avoir envie d'adoucir le monde. J'ai l'impression que c'est comme vouloir détourner le cours d'une rivière en y déposant des grains de sable, un par un.
Tu penses vraiment ça??
What a gorgeous book, structured around the four seasons and also around two main characters: a divorced orthodontist living alone and an older man nearing the end of his life. The blurb talks of the loneliness of the characters, and it is certainly a feature of their current life, but the main theme for me was resignation. Not regret; this is different, but resignation. Regret looks to the past, resignation looks forward, to the future. Longing for a past that never was, or for a future that will never be, which one is worst? Hard to say, but when the characters begin to live in the present, things appear to improve.
I really can't say enough about the art. Sometimes, in graphic novels, I find the written passages distracting, but in this case I did not. I felt they added to the emotional charge of the story. Every page is atmospheric, every drawing deserves and appeals your full attention. A very nice, meditative reflection on the (ever accelerating) flow of time.
If I had the time or desire, I'd read through this GN a second time and ponder it more thoroughly. But alas, I have too much to do and little desire to observe the loneliness and sadness these pages hold. However, for those who want to venture here you will find a couple of story lines, which take place in France, with multiple characters who appear to be at odds with others or who have experienced loss. I suppose, it was just me, not being in the mood for sadness and discontent. On the positive side, one thing I did enjoy was the archaeological aspect of the story.
Maravilloso. Casi cinematográfico y muy creativo; es una novela gráfica artística en el sentido más amplio del término. Siendo sutil y delicado, entrelaza historias en varias etapas vitales de unos personajes que comparten el espacio-tiempo en el que se desarrolla la trama. El uso del color es impresionante y me han encantado también los planos. Un libro redondo.
really beautiful, especially in its use of color. fragmentary, strange, moving. wasn't as crazy about the prose sections as I was about the rest, but overall I loved how this landed. a "we're all connected" narrative that feels very genuine, a good mix of bleak and hopeful.