مرجان ساتراپی خاطراتش از ایران قبل و بعد از انقلاب ۵۷ رو در این کتاب روایت کرده و به تصویر کشیده. در اون دوره مرجان نوجوان بوده و روایت‌ها مال حدود ۱۳ تا ۱۶ سالگی اونه. به همین خاطر مسائلی که بیشتر بهش پرداخته شده در حد مسائلی هست که بچه‌ای در اون سن براش مهمه و درک می‌کنه. مثل تغییر حجاب و گشت‌های حجاب، محدودیت توی خوردن شراب، جنگ و ترس از بمباران و بعد هجوم جنوبی‌ها به شهرهای شمالی و... یه جاهایی درباره نوع عقایدی که هم درباره گروه‌های چپ و راست می‌شنیده و در حد فهم خودش چیزی نوشته، ولی خیلی کمه.

اما چی شد که خوندمش؟
امروز توی توییتر دیدم مطالبی گذاشتن که اما واتسون این کتاب رو دستش گرفته و گفته داره می‌خونه. و با توجه به اینکه سرچ‌های قدیمی درباره تخت جمشید با واژه انگلیسی پرسپولیس هم خیلی به عکس‌های این کتاب ختم می‌شد و برام سوال شده بود که چیه، دیگه دانلود کردم و خوندمش.
در اصل برام جالب شد ببینم که خارجیا دارن از ما چی می‌بینن!

و خب لازم نیست بگم که آبرومون رفته با این کتاب دیگه. درسته حقیقت رو گفته، ولی با توجه به سیاه و سفید بودن کتاب به نظرم یه تصویر سیاه‌تر از حد معمول فعلی جامعه رو توی ذهن خارجیا ایجاد می‌کنه. :(


خرداد ۱۳۹۵
تهران

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so goooddddd, loved the art and story

This is the first half of Marjane Satrapi's graphic memoir of growing up in Tehran during the Islamic Revolution and the early years of the Iran-Iraq War. Her parents sent her to Europe when she turned 14. This may or may not have saved her life in countless ways beyond the literal.

When the story begins, the corrupt, Western-backed Shah is in power and Satrapi is a precocious child who attends a French lycee in Tehran and reads comic books about Marxism. Her family and other intellectuals dream of a Democratic Socialist revolution. Instead, when she is 10 the Islamic Revolution occurs, and suddenly she and her mother must cover their heads whenever they leave the house. The boys and girls are separated at school. Friends and family members, along with countless other intellectuals or perceived enemies of the state, are executed by the regime. Then, the Iran-Iraq War begins in 1980 (it will last for 8 years and kill around 1 million people for basically nothing.) Shit gets dark. Real dark. Still, Satrapi and her friends and famiy persevere. They make wine in their basements. They buy Western music on the black market. They put blackout curtains in the windows not just to thwart the Iraqi bombing raids on Tehran, but to hide their card-playing from their neighbors. Because as with any fascist revolution, there are only too many people willing to help the regime spy on and terrorize neighbors and strangers. Why is humanity so goddamn broken?

Satrapi's recollection is by turns sweet and heartbreaking. The story of her parents smuggling an Iron Maiden poster back for her from Turkey is so adorable, even as it's stunning to contemplate how owning a poster could earn you jail time or torture. Then there are stories about her Uncle Anoosh, the Jewish neighbors, or the fate of a girl Marji meets named Niloufar (she was executed as a Communist traitor, but you can't kill a virgin so guess how that story ended?) that take your breath away with their cruelty and sheer pointlessness.

That's what's so enraging beyond measure here. Boys are sent to war to die with empty promises of an afterlife full of virgins and diamonds. A whole generation of women is suppressed. People are whipped until they are permanently disabled for owning board games. Satrapi wrote this book so others would understand the chief victims of the Iranian regime are Iranians. When you read about the challenged travel ban and our own regime's other ugly policies, understand that this is the other side of it. By arbitrarily not granting asylum, we are complicit in suffering. By not being woke, we are complicit in inequality. By not resisting, we tolerate injustice. Books like this need to be read and discussed now more than ever.

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Twenty pages in and... wow. This beautiful book is bringing back memories and putting them in new context...

My first best friend, when I was still learning to read, was from Iran. Her parents fled the 1979 Revolution, literally in the middle of the night. They wanted more for their daughters.

My friend's mom was a doctor, and before they fled, the hospital where she'd worked had stopped letting her work, because she was a woman.

At the time, I was too young to understand any of that. What I remember is my friend showing me the books at her house, in Persian, and showing me how to read each page, right to left.

ETA: The art is worth seeing. I loved the way she alternated between black outlines and white outlines carved from black ink.

The book is about corrupt politics, war, and torture, through the eyes of a child with limited understanding and, then, a rebellious teen. It will stick with me.

This graphic novel punched me in the gut a little bit.
But I loved young Marjane. She is fabulous.
This graphic novels tells the story of Iran and the Islamic Republic.
It doesn’t dwell completely in fact and politics - it centres around a young family and shows the ramifications for a normal family living there.
I cannot get wait to start on part 2.

I knew a little about Iran. Not much, but a little. I knew it had been through a lot of changes, and that most of those changes had been steps backward when it came to personal freedom.
Here's a cool little 1 minute video that gives you a visual look at some of the changes in style, if you're interested.

Alright. What I didn't know was the hows and whys. And to be honest, it never occurred to me to delve much deeper.
There was a revolution, some religious nutters took over, and then everyone started dressing like they were back in the stone ages.
People in my country choose to wear burkas, so I just assumed most of the people in Iran thought it was a good thing.



Now, maybe my original views sound sort of stupid, but in my defense, I honestly don't understand why anyone does anything when it comes to religion. So covering yourself head to toe doesn't sounds any weirder than not using birth control, avoiding certain foods, or refusing medical treatment. And don't get me started on that My Husband is the Head of the House shit...
My point is, if people willing do those things because of religious beliefs, why not clothing stuff?
Hello? Amish, much?



But really this story is about much more than just clothes. It's about the slow and methodical war waged on freedom of any kind in Iran, and it's told through the eyes of a woman who lived through it as a child.



Since she comes from a wealthy and educated household, you get a different perspective than maybe you would otherwise. Her parents are actively protesting the changes, while also trying to maintain a sense of normalcy in their home.



Growing up in a home like that made an impression on her, and you can see how she bucks and rebels as she approaches her teenage years. She wasn't raised to be quiet and docile, so she chafes under her country's regime.



My son and I read this one right around the same time, and he thought it was an incredibly enlightening story, as well.
Actually, he said something like this:
Hey, that was pretty cool. I didn't know any of that stuff happened in Iran.
High praise from the teenager!
Anyway, I'm looking forward to reading the second part of this story, because...That Ending!

I always feel a little silly and, well, superfluous adding my voice to years of praise for a well-loved work like Persepolis but in this case I can hardly help it. I absolutely adored this insightful, enchanting book. In Persepolis, Marjane Satrapi tells the story of her girlhood and adolescence in revolutionary Iran in a way that is immediately accessible and recognizable, even if you grew up in a totally different decade and on a different continent. There’s a warmth and frankness to her way of turning a phrase or expressing an idea that is totally unique. Her artwork is at the same time simple and deeply evocative: straightforward and expressive. It’s a rich, captivating novel and I recommend it to anyone who loves a good coming-of-age story.

–Maddie Rodriguez



from The Best Books We Read In September 2016: http://bookriot.com/2016/10/03/riot-r...

Marjane Satrapi’s is a powerful memoir and has proficiently projected the pain, dangers, hardships and atrocities Iranians experienced since the Islamic revolution. Many crimes against children were depicted in the book and it left me overwhelmed.

During the Iran Iraq war of the 1980s, young boys were given gold painted plastic keys at school and were convinced that if they died at war, the key would open them the door to paradise where pleasures awaited them. These kids, assured of a better afterlife ran into minefields and gave themselves up to clear way for the soldiers. All this while the Islamic regime was imposing its religious fanaticism on the people and those that showed even the slightest signs of resistance were arrested. As it was against Iranian law to execute a virgin girl, a revolutionary guard would marry and deflower her shortly before she was due to be killed and a customary dowry would be sent to her parents.

At 10, Marjane was well-read and wise beyond her years. She showed her resistance to the regime by attending demonstrations, listening to banned music and telling off those who attempted to thrust their orthodox ideas on her. I loved Persepolis as it is interesting to understand history from a child’s perspective and although the subject of the book is distressing, it is handled well with humor and satire.

This was a re-read, and it was just as moving and thought-provoking as I had remembered. Satrapi uses black-and-white illustrations to tell her story of growing up in Iran during and after the Islamic revolution of 1979. The reader sees the ways Satrapi and her family try to rebel against the increasingly rigid religious strictures imposed on the people, and also the risks of punishment that political protesters face. As a child, Satrapi had a vivid imagination, and the book also has humor and grace. Highly recommended.

Extremely clever and genuine book about a young middle eastern woman going through an oppressive misogynistic extremist regime, something I relate to a lot. It gives me strength and hope and makes me love and relate to people I, as a person who grew up in sunni saudi arabia, was always told were enemies or at least people who don't wish us well, that's the picture that's been painted. luckily i was introduced to irani art pretty early on, particularly cinema, so I've felt nothing but admiration for the culture, but this quick and clever graphic novel gave me a deeper look into something very close to who I am, as person who is barely ever represented in art, I appreciated my reflection being given such strength, as appose to the submissive helpless victim image that's always associated with saudi women. This irani woman inspired me a lot.