Our romp through the late-colonial world takes us along the Silk Road in the footsteps of Marco Polo, in search of Alexander the Great’s treasure. The social-political fresco against which this episode unfurls is the crossfire of rival nationalisms following the crumbling of the Ottoman Empire. First, there are the Turks and Pan-Turanians, the latter represented by the war minister Enver Pasha, dreaming of a Pan-Turanian Islamic federation in Central Asia; then there are the Kurdish people attempting autonomy; and also there are the last pockets of resistance of the Armenian Christians, already victims of genocide. Pratt’s encyclopedic knowledge and empathy charms me to no end. Taken together, these comics give color to the life of a quarter century. This episode bites off a bit more than I could comfortably chew, though, and suffers from its lack of chapters. I was spurred on mainly by my aching crush on the protagonist. I think the shorter, episodic sea adventures are Pratt at his best.
(Pratt had quite an eventful life. He grew up in Venice. His ancestry included an English grandfather on his paternal side and Turks and Jews on the other. As a child, he moved with his mother to Abyssinia (as Ethiopia was known in the West until recent times), joining his soldier father with Mussolini’s conquering army—who was captured by British troops during World War II and died a prisoner of war. Pratt and his mother were interned themselves in a prison camp, where he would buy comics from guards. After the war, he lived in Argentina, London, Paris, Italy, Switzerland, and Brussels… Art imitates life?)