Eventually, lending libraries helped me achieve what invitees to my birthday parties could not.The legendary tuft of Tintin's hair, the most endearing expressions of Snowy in every panel of each book, Captain Haddock's curse words, the Thom(p)son brothers' slip-ups, the kooky Calculus with his lovable deafness, the cartoonist's pencil twirl to denote a person's (or a vehicle's) movement, Bianca Castafiore's Jewel Song and her mispronouncing Haddock's name, the references in one adventure to other Tintin adventures, recurring villains like Rastapopolous, and bumbling baboons like Jolyon Wagg, the diversity of cultures and lands and themes... Herge simply fits the word "immortal", like a glovvve!
There is no book store in Chennai that does not have a page of their Tintin collection caressed longingly by my fingertips.Bereft of a buxom salary, I have watched helplessly as the price of the books increased over the years. With each job and a better salary, I felt I was getting closer to my dream. But the money was never enough that it could be spent without guilt.
Came 2006. Came promotion. Between February 14 and March 03, I finally spent the money without guilt! Bought the complete set of 22 books in paperback!!
(Only the hardbacks ->Tintin in the Land of the Soviets, Tintin in Congo, Tintin and Alph Art<- to go..)
The Tintin collection to me is more than just a purchase. It is the orgasming of my childhood aspirations of living a life of comfort.I have to open the book to read the adventures of a young reporter, his ultra-cute terrier, and his lovable band of friends and enemies. But I just have to look at the book cover to flood my mind with the adventures of a young boy I know very well, right through his struggling days.
I rest in peace.
To be precise: I am a piece of rust.
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