Apr 07 2004
Persepolis
I began to read a graphic novel called “Persepolis, The Story of a Childhood” by Marjane Satrapi. In black-and-white comic strip images the novel tells the story of a little girl growing up in Iran of the revolution time. I find it very interesting; not only because of the format, but because of the way the story is told and because it has so much to do with our generation. Marjane, the author, was born in Tehran in 1969. That makes her just one year older than me.
That’s why we share the exact same (hi)story. And the similarities are amazing. I remember a book, also a comic strip book, that I read during the revolution. It was called “Dialectic Materialism” and the only part of that book that I remember, is when Marx throws a stone at Descartes’ head to show him that the material world exists. The exact same part of the book is quoted by Marjane.
I guess all the children of the revolution time, share more or less the same experiences. I understand how she must have felt, growing up in that time. We grew up, seeing people fighting honestly for their ideas, for a better life and for democracy.