Marjane Satrapi cuenta como creció en un régimen fundamentalista islámico que la llevaría a abandonar su país. A través de los ojos de una niña, vemos un mundo de censura, represión religiosa y discriminación de la mujer .

Otro libro que tengo la fortuna de leer gracias al LectoClub y debo decir que no soy de leer este tipo de temas, pero no me arrepiento por que me gusto y esta muy interesante la historia.

Esta es una novela gráfica autobiográfica, donde la autora nos va a contar de su infancia, como ella vivía en un país muy tranquilo y que a pesar de que era controlado por países europeos pues estaba bien, pero un día se hace la revolución y todo se va al desastre, ella se da cuenta por que cambian muchas cosas en su escuela, ella va a la escuela solo con niñas, las obligan a usar pañuelo y ya no les importen otro idioma que no sea el árabe.

Pero no solo eso, se da cuenta que en su casa, vecindario y en todo su entorno están pasando cosas, como el hecho de que sus papás muy seguido van a hacer protestas, tiene a conocidos y familiares en la cárcel por se presos políticos, se da cuenta de muchas cosas que están pasando en el país que ella quiere ser una líder, tanto que quiere ser una especie de Dios, pero ocurre lo inevitable, la guerra.

Creo que esta es una historia entrañable, que la autora nos cuenta, sobre lo que fue su infancia y todo lo que vivió, conocemos a su familia y como ella se desenvuelve en toda esta situación, de hecho me sorprendió que va a la cárcel a visitar a uno de sus tíos, creo que no es que entendiera lo que pasaba, pero trataba de hacerlo desde su posición de niña.

Por que le pasan muchas cosas, por esta situación, algunos de sus amigos se van, familia y amigos cercanos de sus papás mueren, vemos como ella se adapta a todo su entorno familiar y social con todo lo que esta pasando y vamos viendo un poco de la historia de su país, por que el libro tiene una muy buena introducción que te pone en contexto a la época en la que ya vemos como se desarrolla la vida de la autora.

Si yo se que no soy de leer estas cosas, por que no me gusta leer cosas que te hacen sufrir, digo ya estamos en un mundo algo caótico como para leer cosas así, pero hay veces que empiezas un libro así y no sabes que esperar, pero que descubres que es necesario leer, por que como alguien me dijo una vez "no por que no toques el tema o hables de eso quiere decir que no existe o no sucedió, esta ahí y se tiene que hacer algo" y creo que tiene razón, es importante de vez en cuando leer cosas así, obviamente que no te traumen ni sean cosas que tu no soportas leer, cada quien sabe sus limites.

Voy a continuar con los otros 3 tomos, se que no es fantasía, pero al ver el tema no pude decir que no a mi lectoclub que tanto quiero, pero se que no es mucho, pero al menos para ser conciencia creo que es importante leer cosas así, anímense por que es muy interesante, sobre todo desde la perspectiva de alguien que lo vivió de propia experiencia.

Entrada completa en: http://calderoliterario7.blogspot.mx

Es un poco dura intentar empatizar con este tipo de historias...
No es una historia que me llegara al momento de leerla pero mientras mas pensaba en lo que se vivía en esos días mas duro se me hacía. Odio cuando la inocencia es perdida antes de tiempo :(
Muy, muy duro.

rota

Perception of Persepolis

Not being a fan of comics as a youngster, I was skeptical about reading this book for a college assignment. After one minute and one page, I was hooked. Beautifully and simply illustrated, with poignant dialogue that doesn’t miss a beat or waste a word, Satrapi invites us into her secluded but often chaotic and dangerous world of Tehran in the late 1970s-80s. In book 1, we get to know her from age 10 to 14, during the fall of the last Shah of Iran. The history, artistry and honesty make this book a quick and compelling read that should be part of any school curriculum.

What this book provides that we, as an American public may not see or even be taught accurately is a brief and effective history of Tehran. Spoken through the eyes of a child, who grows up amidst the repression and anarchy of the hostile takeover of Islamic extremists, we learn of the many sides to this story. Admittedly, I was one of the many westerners who believed that the entire country of Iran was wholly represented by its overwhelming oppression of women, its fanatical religious beliefs, and the movie Argo. This is far from the truth, and this book has taught me another perspective by literally painting a different picture from what I expected.

Starting with the beginning of the book, Satrapi attended a “French, non-religious school” (pg. 4) when the revolutionaries took over the country and forced women to wear veils, because “women’s hair emanates rays that excite men.” (pg. 74) First of all, it surprised me that at some point in history Iranians were allowed freedom of religion and co-ed education. Once Islam took over, the children were still allowed to be educated at the schools of their choosing, just not both genders together. Secondly, I was heartened and deeply touched by those families, like the Satrapi’s, who fought daily and quietly to preserve some semblance of their normal lives. They had parties and served alcohol, purchased rock music and posters (all of which were illegal), and protested in rallies and demonstrations that could have resulted in lawful execution. Finally, I was also surprised that clothing items such as tight jeans and nail polish were even attainable in stores, since those items were contraband. This was one of many hypocritical rules that the regime imposed; the items were not illegal to purchase, just to own, and as such could not be brought into the country either. What really hit home from reading this book was how people learn to adapt to horrific situations as best they can, which allows them to tolerate such atrocities as being the “new normal”. Holocaust, anyone?

If written in textbook format with the occasional picture or two, Persepolis may not have had the impact it did on society with its simple imagery, the stark contrast of black and white, and the no-holds-barred dialogue. The comic book layout allowed the readers to see frame by frame a brilliant story that wasted not a word or an image. Indeed, some of the most powerful cells had very few details and little to no words, and the lack of color proved to be less distracting and perhaps less painful to witness when a disturbing act was taking place.

For example (spoiler alert!), when Satrapi’s uncle is in prison for his beliefs (pg. 69), He cradles her and says to her only four words: “star of my life”. When read in context, this moment gave me chills and uncontrollable tears. Oftentimes it would only take a small movement of an eyebrow or a likeness of fire to set the tone. Several other frames throughout the book had this magnitude of shock as well, especially when portraying death and anger.

The dialogue as well didn’t miss a beat, and not for one frame did any of the text detract or slow the momentum of the story. One particular set of frames on page 145 significantly sticks out in my mind as a prime example of the simplicity of the situation, and how a larger explanation would have lessened the impact of the message. In six frames, the cells contain only two people, Satrapi and her mother. Her mother is explaining to her in frank and frightening terms what happens when a virgin is sentenced to die. With each frame, there is a change of movement, as mother shakes daughter to emphasize each word, and no more than two brief sentences per frame. I ended up reading this page twice just to be able to wrap my head around the information, and was sucked into the page to the point that I could feel the shaking of the author’s mother, and the fright.

Satrapi writes frankly and honestly, without apology. As she grows up, so does her concept of the world and her ability to understand and articulate, which helps us as readers have more compassion when she makes mistakes. The story is written in simple vernacular, which spans from childhood to young adulthood that is both endearing and troubling. The details have such verisimilitude that as readers we get drawn into the horror of the Islamic extremists as if we were experiencing every action personally.

The rebellion, miscalculations, and naiveté that Satrapi experiences could easily be the experiences of any one of her readers. She is a young girl, learning the joys and limitations of her own power within her tyrannical government. A great example of this spans from pages 131-134, when twelve year old Satrapi ventures out on her own to purchase some rock music, a contraband item. She is wearing a denim jacket, sneakers, and a Michael Jackson button, also contraband articles. What ensued from this direct violation of the regime has her running home in tears, and yet will not tell her mother the truth for fear that she might not be allowed out on her own again. I am sure we all have those childhood stories of defiance in which consequences we could have suffered greatly yet are still willing to take such a risk!

To recapitulate, this is a worthwhile tale that has garnered so much attention that sequels and a movie have been produces from its popularity. The messages and the background of this story serve as an insight and an eye opener; a glance through the keyhole of a door into another world, and may just change your mind and even the way you view your own life.

Incredibly sad and disturbing, but a great look at history by someone who lived it. The takeover of Iran and the oppression of the women should be a warning to all free women, american and european, that oppression isn't that far away.

یه کمیک استریپ دلچسب و خوندنی. وقتی شروعش میکنی دیگه کنار گذاشتنش سخت میشه

4.5 étoiles

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8.5/10

Ainsi que les politiciens ou les révolutionnaires, les expériences des peuples réguliers à propos des changements politiques énormes sont encore importantes. Plus que ça, c'était vraiment intéressant de voir cette histoire racontée par l'enfant d'une famille révolutionnaire. Elle était entourée des sentiments politiques vraiment chargés et elle voyait de grands changements dans sa vie. De plus, comme enfant, elle intériorisait, répétait et même mal comprendrait les idées de ses proches au début, mais l'effet de la révolution pourrait être senti même sans ces influences. Et la chose le plus intéressant était de voir les instances où, même avec sa compréhension pas complète du monde, un enfant s'est rendu compte que sa société n'était pas juste. La perspective et l'art de ce livre étaient vraiment incroyables.

An updated review can be found in Persepolis: The Story of a Childhood
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Full review found in The Complete Persepolis

Everyone needs to read this. It's really easy to imagine it'll never happen to your country...until it does.