“When you’re alone and life is making you lonely
You can always go downtown”--Petula Clark
I am guessing that few readers younger than fifty, if they just randomly picked this up at the library, would assign this book five stars, in spite of what anyone can plainly see is expert storytelling and cartooning. Paul at Home is the latest in the series of Paul stories (that I understand are thinly veiled memoir comics) by celebrated Montreal cartoonist Michel Rabagliati. Published in French in 2019, I somehow missed that the translation by Helge Dascher and Rob Alpinali came out in 2020. But when it became available at my library, I got it right away and read it in one sitting.
I’ll admit that all of the English-translated volumes I have been able to get my hands on I have eagerly read them in the same way I anticipated and viewed Michael Apted’s Seven Up documentary film series, but I also largely misunderstood and underappreciated them in my initial Goodreads ratings. My basic view was: These are good, I like them, but little happens! Which I now fully realize is kind of the point: They are slice-of-life comics, not meant to be dramatic, but relatable.
The reason why this might not be a hit with young fans, even maybe young comics fans, is that this book addresses Paul’s experience with aging (well, just over 50) and decline. He’s just been divorced and this also estranges him from his adult daughter. He has sleep apnea, and seems increasingly grumpy about everything, maybe most particularly social media, everyone on their phones, and so on. Paul’s pretty much a luddite. And then he discovers his mother’s health is also (seriously) failing, and his daughter at nineteen is going to move to London.
So, ho hum, aging and decline and the single divorced Dad, you say. But over the years I have gotten to know Paul, and this volume is not without humor, as he, for instance, self-deprecatingly laughs at his fledgling attempts to begin dating again. One sort of emblem of his decline is a tree in the backyard where he once hung swings and built a treehouse for his daughter. It’s now gonna need to be cut down. Too on the nose for you? But I found it still moving, something I could connect to.
I love what some reviewer from SLATE says about Rabagliati: “. . . . always sharp and energetic, and he’s a whiz at endings, few writers in any medium can claim." I so agree with this and have seen it a lot in comics I have been reading lately. No real spoiler here but this ending involves an old random memory he has of his Mom and Dad going to see a Petula Clark concert in Montreal in 1964, when her popular “Downtown” came out as a single (which I bought as a teenager as a vinyl 45 that year!). I thought this ending was touching, evocative, I like it.
And then the curmudgeonly Paul, after his old tree is finally cut down, is given a sapling cherry tree by a neighbor we establish early on is annoying. Is this moment of reconciliation sentimental? Hmm, maybe. . . but I say wistful, slice-of-life, and so (for me) relatable. One of MY fave comics of the year, without question!!