I really, really love Marjane Satrapi’s work. It was such a lovely and heartwrenching book! The second to last panel, with the Angel of Death at the funeral, staring intently at a specific mourner – oh, it made me cry so much. The love! The passion! The pain! Oh…and the artwork…so beautiful. Then, the end twisted around in a direction that I didn’t foresee at all, and I cried. At first, I wasn’t sure if I was going to like the book, but as the narration twisted and I came to understand more about a lifetime of frustrations, cyclical depression, and the outpouring of soul into music, I really empathized with Khan. This is the third book by Satrapi I’ve read, after Persepolis and Embroideries, and it has earned its place at the top of the list. Through these memories, we come to understand Khan’s heartbreak and his loss of will to live. Satrapi presents each day of his final week, with flashbacks to earlier parts of his life that lead up to his current predicament. At the end of that week, he dies (this isn’t a spoiler, it says so right at the beginning). When Khan’s tar breaks, he falls into a depression and lays in bed wishing for death for a week. In Chicken With Plums, Satrapi writes a biography of her great-uncle, the famous Iranian musician Nassar Ali Khan.
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