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“My Diabetes Prevents Me.” COMICS! Sometimes It’s A Theatre of Blood!

John Kane

Hey kids! Who’s up for a heroically opaque fable about a vengeful castrato, illustrated in a darkly twisted melange of Gustav Klimt and José Muñoz! Okay, howabout if I describe it as CH Greenblatt’s Chowder via E.T.A. Hoffman? Ooooh, your little ears perked right up! Yes! It’s Euro-comic time! Everybody loves The Eurocomics!

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FOLIGATTO by Nicolas de Crécy and Alexios Tjoyas

Anyway, this…

FOLIGATTO
Art by Nicolas de Crécy
Written by Alexios Tjoyas
Translated by Quinn and Katia Donoghue
HUMANOIDS, $24.99 (2013)

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I think it’s only fair to state at the outset of the clueless drivel which follows that Foligatto, illustrated by Nicolas de Crécy and written by Alexios Tjoyas, is way out of my intellectual weight-class. It’s one thing to be able to dance nimbly around some tawdry work-for-hire featuring a character invented by men seemingly high on cough syrup, laying on the odd low blow and pretending something of worth has been achieved, but quite another thing to unwrap this gleefully fetid bon-bon. See the critic quail before the might of actual Art! See him run behind the skirts of Batman!  Ah, not quite, or at least not quite yet. Because while I may come off like Tom Waits in Francis Ford Coppola’s Bram Stokers’ Dracula (phew!), all unctuously hunched and servilely importuning as regards the imminent arrival of the masssster (de Crécy, not Dracula) while in fact only hastening my own ignominious end, it’s worth the risk if someone picks up this masterpiece, this Foligatto. Hopefully everyone will buy Foligatto, because only when De Crecy and Tjoyas are choking on gold can this world have the slightest claim to being Just.

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FOLIGATTO by Nicolas de Crécy and Alexios Tjoyas

I’m not propelling a visible suspension of carbon or other particles in air (typically one emitted from a combusting substance) up your posterior when I claim Foligatto is a masterpiece. Seeing may be deceiving, but not today! Your eyes don’t lie! You can tell just by looking at Foligatto that it’s a different class of comic altogether. It’s the artwork that hits you first and hardest, pummelling your fragile skull with the capital “A” of Art. It is classy stuff, you might want to comb your hair and polish your shoes for this one. It’s the art you’ll hold hardest to your heart but, hopefully, not at the expense of the script. Tjoyas’ script is undeniably erudite and imbued with a cultural intelligence lacking from the average Spider-man comic, which is a shame as I’m more intellectually equipped for Spider-Man comics. Still, failure is my sweetheart so I’ll press on.  Spiritually Foligatto’s art and story are saturated with German Romanticism. Alas, this does not mean there are crowds of Teutonic men proffering flowers and holding doors open for ladies in big hats, it refers instead to the European Romanticism which developed in the late 18th/early 19th Centuries in opposition to the typically dourer English Romanticism and the Enlightenment as a whole. The Enlightenment being known to close personal friends as “The Age of Reason”, German Romanticism naturally  pushed back with an emphasis on the unnatural, the fantastic. Ernst Theodor Amadeus Hoffmann (E. T. A. Hoffmann) is the go-to-guy for examples of the fantastic as a burgeoning genre, and his work fits right into the Foligatto attitude.

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FOLIGATTO by Nicolas de Crécy and Alexios Tjoyas

I’ll not fib, being a low class act I am primarily familiar with E.T.A. Hoffman via Michael Powell and Emeric Pressburger’s 1951 cinematic adaptation of Jacques Offenbach’s opera, Tales of Hoffmann (1879/1881). The handy link is that Offenbach’s opera is based three Hoffman tales: Der Sandmanon (The, er, Sandman), Rath Krespel (Councillor Krespel/The Cremona Violin) and Die Abenteuer der Silvester-Nacht (A New Year’s Eve Adventure). At the risk of spoiling your next trip to the opera, the uncanny shenanigans include a man falling in love with a female automaton, a woman who risks death if she sings too much and the attempted theft of a reflection from a mirror. Fun stuff, kind of thing we all like to read about, because opera (“A bunch of fat people who got dressed in the dark, shouting.” said my Dad) might make most of us scarper sharpish but it turns out we’re just talking about the fantasy genre after all. Basically, Opera is just comics for fops. Who knew? Probably Nicolas de Crécy and Alexios Tjoyas. They mayhap overtly reference the Offenbach influence by having Foligatto be a castrato Opera singer, and the Hoffmann influence by, well, having a world where absurdity and surrealism are the norm. The astonishing trick Tjoyas and De Crecy pull is they make the multitude of nonsensical aberrations on show credible. While reading Foligatto you will accept the fact that a man can pick up his severed head and trot off with it as easily as you do the fact of  gravity. In fact gravity seems much less convincing on reflection because it isn’t drawn by Nicolas de Crécy.

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FOLIGATTO by Nicolas de Crécy and Alexios Tjoyas

On the showing of Foligatto alone de Crécy’s art seems capable of anything. This is incredible stuff. Fully painted with maybe a touch of mixed media, this is art worthy of display to the public in one of those places. You know, one of those places Angie Dickinson sits looking at pictures in while being sex stalked in Dressed to Kill (1980). Gallery! Gallery, that’s what I’m getting at! Thanks, Brian De Palma. As it is the Art World is a closed shop, so every panel will have to settle for hanging in the gallery of your mind. They’ll hang Gustav Klimt but not de Crécy! Bah, their loss. De Crécy is clearly working in an allegorical mode with a hefty undercurrent of symbolism, but just as Klimt did he’s bringing his own themes and preoccupations. Whatever they are.  Klimt was blessed with an audience cultivated and educated enough to decode his work. De Crécy isn’t that lucky; I have no idea what he’s on about, beyond the delightfully twisted surface narrative. However, I may lack cultivation and education but I do have WiFi, so who’s laughing now? Don’t worry though, unlike Klimt there’s not a sniff of the pornographic. The only way Foligatto will make the bald man cry is if you hit Brian Bendis on the head with it. (Legal Note: I’m in no way condoning this course of action.)

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FOLIGATTO by Nicolas de Crécy and Alexios Tjoyas

I jest there, but I jest not about the quality of the art; every panel is a little miracle, a joyful tweak of the possible, where the sheer delight of the artistry on show is the only threat to the ceaselessly downbeat tone of the work as a whole. This is bleak stuff, m’dears. The city setting of Eccenihilo resembles a nightmare vision of 19th Century Italy. Grand, arresting buildings of dense stone loom over a warren of snaking streets populated by hunched, skittering, grotesques. Characters have faces so deeply quarried by life they resemble hangdog golems, except for Foligatto whose tautly rounded face is gravid with malevolence, a boil on the cusp of explosion. Life in the world of Foligatto is miserable and confounding even before the portly nightmare starts throwing people out of windows like perplexed puppets. The sky is a bleakly toned miasma and everything beneath it has the air of a fairy tale, but one spoiled and corrupted. Like a tale once told filled with gold and innocence has grown up along with us, and become as venal, baffled and lost as our adult selves. Think Andre Maurois’ Fattypuffs and Thinifers (1930) with illustrations by a depressive Raymond Briggs working largely in shades of faeces. That’s a comparison and as such short-changes the work, this Foligatto; the actuality is purely and wholly original, and purely and wholly the result of the ridiculously skilled pair, de Crécy and Tjoyas.

tl;dr: Foligatto is EXCELLENT!

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FOLIGATTO by Nicolas de Crécy and Alexios Tjoyas

NEXT TIME:  I scamper back to my Comfort Zone of English – COMICS!!!

8 Responses to “ “My Diabetes Prevents Me.” COMICS! Sometimes It’s A Theatre of Blood! ”

  1. de Crecy is so good. Well worth reading his other stuff that’s been translated. He did one of those NBM Louvre books; and Celestial Bibendum is spectacular, but also spectacularly priced for a print copy (digital is way cheaper in this instance); but you *have* to track down Salvatore. There’s an extended slapstick sequence in the first volume that’s the best I’ve ever read.

    Hoffmann is actually quite an easy read, if you’re interested in that sort of thing. Look beyond the Tales too — Tomcat Murr is brilliant

    You know, I love Powell and Pressburger — Black Narcissus 4eva — but I’ve never managed to find and watch Tales of Hoffmann. Is it as good as their other films?

  2. Well lar-di-darr JohnK – comics about a geezer with his head on fire not good enough for you, eh?
    Celestial Bibendum reminded me why I’m into comics in the first place – the creators can actually do anything on the pages! – so your recommendation of this will definitely work on me.
    It does all sound a bit above my head but, you know, better that than reading something below it, right?

  3. “Basically, Opera is just comics for fops.”

    Had he been born a hundred years or so later, nobody would have been a bigger (or more tiresome) comics nerd than Richard Wagner.

  4. We’re heading towards a post that is just entirely about your Dad, aren’t we.

  5. “Foligatto” sounds like the sort of graphic novel where I need to get properly dressed to appreciate its joys. Maybe if I consulted Carson Kressley…

    “Basically, Opera is just comics for fops.”–That line made me laugh. It also made me wonder whether enraged high culture mavens are flinging heavy opera singers at the Kane household via catapult in hopes of crushing old JohnK when the singers land.

  6. Jones, one of the Jones boys: I do have Celestial Bebendum but I’m not cracking the spine of my expensive hardback over my scanner, Thankyouverymuchindeed! I looked up Salvatore, it looks great but it also looks like it isn’t in English? Still, I’m sure I could manage to translate it (with Webhelp, natch) enough to enjoy.

    Tomcat Murr looks precisely my thing. I’ll be buying that. Thanks!

    As for Tales of Hoffmann, if you like The Red Shoes you’ll like that one. I lurve all their movies (even Powell’s divisive Peeping Tom) so it’s hard for me to say really. It’s a whole opera filmed “silent” (so everyone is VERY expressive) with the sound dubbed back over. I thought it was simply divine! We recently got a restored version on Blu-Ray. Australia has the same region doesn’t it? Maybe it’s available over there now?

    @sean: Fair’s fair, I don’t mind GOOD comics about a man with his head on fire. Yeah, Bibendum is the business. And so funny too! Was that last bit you put an innuendo? Because it sounded like an innuendo. I laughed anyway.

    @Thelonius Nick: Ha, I can certainly see that being true. Would he have preferred Roy and Gil or P Craig Russell’s Ring adaptation though? I think he’d have gone for Gil.

    @William Burns: You know, in many ways Judge Dredd is like my father…no, not really. You made me laugh with that one. But don’t worry: no.

    @Peter: My lady used to watch “Queer Eye”, I haven’t thought about that for ages. It just disappeared. Anyway, I’m sure Carson’s advice would be sound. It’s true! My house is constantly pelted by p-ed off culture vultures! How did you know!?!

    Stay classy, everyone!

    John

  7. Yowza, even I balked at buying the limited edition of Celestial Bibendum.

    Salvatore was released in English by NBM, although it looks like the first volume might be out of print

  8. @jones, one of the Jones boys: ah, NBM! The final piece of the puzzle. Just ordered volume 1 & 2 thanks to your timely info dump! Thank you very much indeed! (Yes, volume 1 is 2nd hand but needs must etc).

    Cheers!

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