An Island Holiday
13 November 2018
It’s been a while since I have written a review on an Asterix book, but that may have something to do with not getting my hands on any new Asterix books in quite a while. Then again, after piling through a heap of them I sort of found that them seem to all end up being the same – you know drinking magic potions, beating up Romans, Obelix trying to get in on some magic potion action despite the fact that he doesn’t need any (namely because he fell into the cauldron when he was a baby), oh and finishing everything off with a feast, a feast to which poor Cacophonix is generally not invited, namely because Fullyautomatix has beat him up and tied him to a tree, namely because he really doesn’t want the Bard to play any music.
So, thus we begin a new adventure, this one set in Sunny Corsica, a place where if you happen to be a stranger you are definitely not welcome, and like a certain small section of Gaul, the Romans have established armed camps around the coast (with some rather interesting names), but have basically not managed to penetrate the interior. Does that mean that the Corsicans happen to have a magic potion of their own? Nah, but rather because they tend to be pretty tribal, and the interior is so untamed that even seasoned Roman troops have a lot of difficulty navigating it.
I guess this is one of those books that poke fun at the Corsicans, much in the way that all of Asterix’s adventures away from the village that we know so well, has a way of poking fun at the places that they visit. Mind you, we still need to remember that even though Asterix goes to Belgium at one stage, Belgium didn’t even exist during the Roman period. Corsica did though, namely because it is an island, but I’m not all that sure if the inhabitants did manage to hold off the Romans.
However, I suspect that it is more of a modern day look at the island, though the lens of the Roman empire. In a way the culture felt a lot more of what I would have expected to see in Sicily, though I’m not sure if the Sicilians are as big on their siestas as the Corsicans are suggested to be in this book. Oh, and the good old clan, or family, rivalries, particularly when the initial cause of this rivial dates back decades to an incident that nobody is actually sure about, but they hate each other nonetheless because, well, that is what they have always done. Oh, and then there is the suggestion that the Corsicans can simply scare the pants off of you simply by standing there and looking at you – this is why I felt it may have been of Sicilian as opposed to Corsican, but then again I know very little about Corsica so I really can’t comment. Oh, yeah, and the switch blades that seem to magically appear in their hands.
In the end, this is just another Asterix book, one of the many that have steadily been produced over the years. In my mind this is still one of the originals, namely because I remember reading it when I was a kid, and in fact was rather delighted when it appeared at the school library because, well, that was one that I hadn’t read, and was really keen on reading one that I hadn’t read something like 100 times already. Though, I still remember being so insanely jealous of all those kids who could read a whole Asterix, or Tintin, album in the five minutes quiet reading we would have after lunch, though a part of me wonders whether they actually ‘read’ the book, or just looked at the pretty pictures.