I liked these five stories, but didn't love them, perhaps unfairly for not including a perspective I was hoping for. The main point of it is Toppi's art, which is why this is 4 stars for me, or something under that as I read a couple of his books to get into his style more. He's unique, both detailed and sort of improvisationally sketchy in places, clearly influential on a lot of comics world wide. I knew of him through his work on Corto Maltese, and this story is like that in a way, of a sophisticated guy who is comfortable in Paris as he is the Amazon, and like Doc Savage, Bond, Indiana Jones, he has the uncanny ability you need to have in adventure stories to never get killed, to escape without any credibility whatever, but who cares, with a guy this cool we forgive the artist, etc. That's sorta the point of escapist adventure stories, duh!
So the Collector exists seemingly in an earlier age, a colonial age, where he seeks out items to collect and always gets what he wants. He steals valuable objects from indigenous people the world over, just as western natural history museums and rich people have done forever. I had this idea that Toppi might critique this a little bit. He does sometimes defend people who are being treated cruelly, but he still takes the sacred objects! Just because he can! But this is part of our admiration or gangsters and killers who escape from prison, for successful heist-artists, the Pink Panthers, we suddenly root for them for being so skillfully BAAAAAD…We want to be David Niven, rich and sophisticated, smiling as we pick your pocket just because we can.
Somebody else read this and tell me I am wrong and just PC on this issue, and just then tell me, get over it, it's a genre, it's an adventure comic, get over it. But the art, just black and white, pen and ink, is very elaborate, worth checking out. He makes The Collector cool.