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Alexandru Andrasoni alexandrasoni — It was short, but our time together was just wonderful. I don't think it was as focused and fleshed out like Persepolis, but I don't fault Marjane for it. Persepolis was a personal story that Marjane LIVED, Chicken with Plums is also a very personal story, but it's about events well before her time. It's incredible she was able to weave such a compelling personal tale, with what was probably second hand information. Scraps here and there from different people, all of a man she never knew; and yet she writes him with an honesty that can only come with actually knowing someone. I feel her art here is brilliantly utilized more so than in Persepolis......at peak moments(mainly the transitions between the chapters). Overall though there isn't much going on. Again though it's hard to find fault with Marjane, this is a character driven tale and unfortunately the character is confined to his room. If you've read Persepolis, don't go in expecting it to be Persepolis. Pacing here is very quick and very immediate. It's a story of highs and lows, not in the sense that it's about highs and lows per se but in the sense that the pacing and artwork sort of intertwine and work against each other from page to page creating a chaotic mix of despair and frustration that forces you through each painful page. Boredom is never part of the equation though, as this is a deeply human tale grounded in primal emotions that we all experience. Persepolis was a tale of overcoming adversity and is a celebration of the tenacity of the human spirit. Chicken with Plums is an altogether different experience. It's about acceptance and ends and is a meditation on the frailty of the human will to live. Marjane Marjane the more I read the more I love you!

Tímea Farkas timeafarkas — Exceptional writing.

Marco Di _ — Honestly, I feel mostly indifferent toward this book. It was okay. You follow a young man, who obviously has some sort of problem, as he runs around New York in a very random and scatter-brained manner. He experiences depression and paranoia, and sometimes seems to be in a semi-decent mood. I just don't feel anything about this book. Nothing about it really called to me, but nothing made me straight up hate it either. All I can say is that is was alright, nothing I would read again. Now, at least, I can say that I have read it.