Here come the Gauls, getting accidentally transatlantic! In this story, Asterix and Obelix set off to catch fish but get caught in a storm, ending up in... America. Yes, way before Columbus. They meet indigenous people, nearly cause an international incident, and somehow return with both fish and their heads intact. It’s more absurd than historical, more playful than political, and laced with clever jabs at “New World” romanticism.
I read this during a pre-internet trivia obsession phase in 2008. The idea that Asterix got to America before Columbus? My inner nerd was delighted. The cultural caricatures are dated, yes—but the story’s heart is in the right place. Obelix playing with a turkey? Unforgettable. This one felt like Goscinny and Uderzo saying, “Why not? Let’s have fun with time.” It was joyful, silly, and made me dream of adventures beyond the maps we’re given.