Best known for her autobiographical work, Iranian artist Marjane Satrapi here instead offers a portrait of a long-lost relative who also happened to be a musical genius. The wonderfully woven tale incorporates history with artistic license as we see a man who has given everything to the practice of his beloved tar (a type of guitar) only to see his life slip away from him the day his wife breaks it during an angry fight. It’s a powerful glimpse into the selfishness of an all-consuming artist who finds the repressive culture he lives in stifling. Satrapi’s illustrations seem to form like clouds, leaving impressions of flesh and blood folk. At once a compelling tale of a faraway land lost to time, and an omnipresent statement on human frailties.
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