With Tintin there is certainty beyond death. He will escape, he will survive, and his scars, if any, will heal before the reader even catches on to the injury. He will not cry about his lot, beg therapy, or drown his sorrows in booze. He will not write bad poetry or get in a ridiculous bar fight that he may feel fresh bruises more keenly than past hurts . . . While I run away to any outlet to mask my reality, Tintin continues without fear and without expectation.
A stunning essay by Erik Wennermark, for The Rumpus, about Tintin’s influence on his life. Click through to read.
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