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Heart Throbs
Book by Cabanes, Max
83 pages, Unknown Binding
First published January 1, 1989
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August 2, 2018
{Read Catalan but took deal on group of Stuuds since collect series}
220×295+180flaps ¦ D.L. 04/1989 ¦ 4409 on rear meanseo
[_‖_]"studio (A SUIVRE)" flaps = ₈₀×₃₀cm panorama[_‖_]
He was very candid and honest retelling his perceptions, naivete, opinions and self assessments
Excellent backgrounds, especially the detail portraying all the things that disappeared long ago and the long gone (often delightfully silly) styles of ALL the people. I was turned back constantly to relish it without looking at the words: My highest compliment of the art within a story!
The rendering/detail of the precisely water-colored art is SUPERB with one exception that came to my mind= main characters look a little too different sometimes from panel to panel but not annoyingly, not too much so and not too regularly
There is a strong sense of time and place in all aspects of the art as if he's replicating it all from photographic memory and I felt as though I was actually there in places I've never been and an era about two generations before my existence!
{The only thing that takes away the 5th star is the timeline. He unnecessarily jumped back a year for the second story then ceased to address his age for the last three. In the last story he was clearly older but the order of the first four (which I'm sure you too would really like to know) remains a mystery besides knowing the first didn't occur first. Then in the second story there was an infuriating description of what happened at what time of day over 3-4 days that I am positive he wrote incorrectly even though I'm surely wrong}
220×295+180flaps ¦ D.L. 04/1989 ¦ 4409 on rear means
[_‖_]"studio (A SUIVRE)" flaps = ₈₀×₃₀cm panorama[_‖_]
He was very candid and honest retelling his perceptions, naivete, opinions and self assessments
Excellent backgrounds, especially the detail portraying all the things that disappeared long ago and the long gone (often delightfully silly) styles of ALL the people. I was turned back constantly to relish it without looking at the words: My highest compliment of the art within a story!
The rendering/detail of the precisely water-colored art is SUPERB with one exception that came to my mind= main characters look a little too different sometimes from panel to panel but not annoyingly, not too much so and not too regularly
There is a strong sense of time and place in all aspects of the art as if he's replicating it all from photographic memory and I felt as though I was actually there in places I've never been and an era about two generations before my existence!
{The only thing that takes away the 5th star is the timeline. He unnecessarily jumped back a year for the second story then ceased to address his age for the last three. In the last story he was clearly older but the order of the first four (which I'm sure you too would really like to know) remains a mystery besides knowing the first didn't occur first. Then in the second story there was an infuriating description of what happened at what time of day over 3-4 days that I am positive he wrote incorrectly even though I'm surely wrong}
May 27, 2026
In 'blindemannetje' haalt Cabanes erotische jeugdherinneringen aan de jaren vijftig en vroege jaren zestig op. Deze aandacht voor de erotische gevoelens van jonge jongens is typisch Frans (zie ook de series De kleine Robbe en Titeuf), maar nergens anders zo broeierig in beeld gebracht als hier. Werkelijk ieder plaatje straalt van het warme zomerlicht waarin de seksuele gemoederen extra verhit worden. Cabanes weet zijn jeugdjaren goed tot leven te werken, maar idyllisch zijn de verhalen zeker niet allemaal - hij vertelt ook een behoorlijk beschamende episode die we toch echt als aanranding moeten bestempelen en hij neemt zichzelf op de hak als dromerige en seksueel gefrustreerde tiener die maar een beetje rondhangt met kerels die stoerder zijn dan hij.
July 30, 2017
3,5 en realidad
Cuatro historias sobre el deseo en la preadolescencia. Las mejores posiblemente la primera (niño de nueve años que descubre el cuerpo femenino y el deseo) y la última (adolescente relegado a un segundo plano por los 'guapos' de la vida).
Cuatro historias sobre el deseo en la preadolescencia. Las mejores posiblemente la primera (niño de nueve años que descubre el cuerpo femenino y el deseo) y la última (adolescente relegado a un segundo plano por los 'guapos' de la vida).
January 3, 2013
First off, this wasn’t quite what I was expecting when I borrowed this off of a friend, loaned out in exchange for Barbarian Chicks & Demons Vol. 1. My eyes caught the horse panel in the first story when flicking through, at which point I swiftly closed the book and wondered what the devil I had just signed up for.
’Since that day, I’ve known the gates to Hell and Heaven: they are one.’
This was one of my mate’s earlier acquisitions into books of this nature and, as such, was rather precious. I had to promise to look after it, and to stop mercilessly mocking him. The UK edition was put out by Xpresso Books in 1991; he began collecting graphic novels of the ‘wolf-whistle’ variety at the same time I was born. (And I know you’re reading this, so I just had to get one more dig in before returning it ^^)
Naturally, as it is so close to his heart, I’ve sneakily held onto it – half-read – for three months. In the spirit of New Year resolutions, it seemed about time to finish off the various borrowed tomes now accumulating within my bedside book-stack (and endeavour to one day reach the lamp languishing untouchable at the top of said stack). At a mere 83 pages of graphic novel, Heart Throbs went straight to the top of the pile.
To quote the blurb ‘luminous watercolour pictures’ really do bring this work to life. The red-head in the final story and the contrast of the black-and-white fantasising sequence compared to the brightness of the park is just cute. The second story has a deliciously blue ocean, and the underwater scene is certainly wall-worthy.
However, content wise, I wasn’t too impressed. Max Cabanes may have been awarded the Grand Prix de la ville d'Angoulême in 1990, but these five stories just aren’t that memorable for me. Each tale has its own charm and little life-lesson, the panels flow well, and so perhaps it is generational that as a 90’s kid I have no appreciation for this kind of thing… What this embodies, it feels to me, is now more akin to an anthropological review of the modern pre-internet age. Development just won’t occur like this anymore, especially not the spying-through-a-hole-in-a-wall-or-tent to get a peek of a little something-mischievous-something. It does come over as oddly uncomfortable and foreign (and I don’t mean because it’s based in Southern France), with just a hint of misplaced nostalgia as this particular book smells like the converted cellar of my childhood. Despite reading it through twice, there’s this sense of disconnection, and I couldn’t get attached to what was laid down before me.
All in, it was cute, but rather underwhelming. Whilst visually pretty – and in that regard incomparable to Potential – for me story-wise it stalled on the same starting block that that book also suffered. So, ‘cute’, but not one I’ll be tracking down to add to my own collection.
’Since that day, I’ve known the gates to Hell and Heaven: they are one.’
This was one of my mate’s earlier acquisitions into books of this nature and, as such, was rather precious. I had to promise to look after it, and to stop mercilessly mocking him. The UK edition was put out by Xpresso Books in 1991; he began collecting graphic novels of the ‘wolf-whistle’ variety at the same time I was born. (And I know you’re reading this, so I just had to get one more dig in before returning it ^^)
Naturally, as it is so close to his heart, I’ve sneakily held onto it – half-read – for three months. In the spirit of New Year resolutions, it seemed about time to finish off the various borrowed tomes now accumulating within my bedside book-stack (and endeavour to one day reach the lamp languishing untouchable at the top of said stack). At a mere 83 pages of graphic novel, Heart Throbs went straight to the top of the pile.
To quote the blurb ‘luminous watercolour pictures’ really do bring this work to life. The red-head in the final story and the contrast of the black-and-white fantasising sequence compared to the brightness of the park is just cute. The second story has a deliciously blue ocean, and the underwater scene is certainly wall-worthy.
However, content wise, I wasn’t too impressed. Max Cabanes may have been awarded the Grand Prix de la ville d'Angoulême in 1990, but these five stories just aren’t that memorable for me. Each tale has its own charm and little life-lesson, the panels flow well, and so perhaps it is generational that as a 90’s kid I have no appreciation for this kind of thing… What this embodies, it feels to me, is now more akin to an anthropological review of the modern pre-internet age. Development just won’t occur like this anymore, especially not the spying-through-a-hole-in-a-wall-or-tent to get a peek of a little something-mischievous-something. It does come over as oddly uncomfortable and foreign (and I don’t mean because it’s based in Southern France), with just a hint of misplaced nostalgia as this particular book smells like the converted cellar of my childhood. Despite reading it through twice, there’s this sense of disconnection, and I couldn’t get attached to what was laid down before me.
All in, it was cute, but rather underwhelming. Whilst visually pretty – and in that regard incomparable to Potential – for me story-wise it stalled on the same starting block that that book also suffered. So, ‘cute’, but not one I’ll be tracking down to add to my own collection.
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