Giuseppe Bergman. Volume 3
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In those years, namely at the beginning of the seventies, the word “adventure” caused some awkwardness, if not open contempt. All self -respecting writers, filmmakers and comic book authors were forced to turn to existential, social or political topics, carefully avoiding even the slightest suspicion of fleeing reality.
But there was one person, one wandering knight who fought like a lion for the right to highly carry the banners of the adventure. For Ugl Pratt, the adventure was a life credo, which he proclaimed in his amazing drawn stories and the most important evidence of which was his own life.
My personal adventure and adventure of Giuseppe Bergman began due to the fact that I was lucky enough to get acquainted with Ear Pratt and become his devoted student.
Conversations with the master made me ask many questions.
Why is adventure literature so low? Didn’t they teach us at school that Homer"s Odyssey is one of the cornerstones of our civilization?
Why is the great era of adventure literature - the era of Melville, Konrad, Stevenson, London, Kipling and many other excellent storytellers - gradually gone the past, and approximately at the time when the assembly conveyor was introduced into industrial production?
Maybe the adventure is incompatible with our social device? But why?
In the twenty -sixth song Ada Dante is met by Ulysses, who, together with Diomed, is placed among crafty advisers:
Think about whose sons you are:
You are not created for an animal share ,
But they were born to valor and to the knowledge.
(translation by M. Lozinsky)
Maybe the answer in these verses? Perhaps our social structure would be at risk if each of us woke up every morning with the intention of going in search of valor and knowledge, abandoning the animal share?
I began to tell the story of Giuseppe Bergman mainly in order to analyze-however, not at all in a scientific and not quite serious-the reasons why the adventure is not considered a worthy topic, and try to answer the question, possibly Whether in our time it is realistic to survive this damn adventure.
Along the way, I touched on topics that were new for that time (since then thirty years): environmental pollution, forest destruction, genocide.
Then, in “African adventures”, I portrayed how the so -called “third world” knocks on the door of our Western citadel to ask us for our immense wealth and for our hopeless poverty. I portrayed how our luxurious palace collapses.
I would be a complete cretin if I began to claim that I predicted on September 11, 2001, but already at that moment my frivolous studies led me in an inevitable direction.
I have matured the belief that we should put our last hope not on politics, but on culture. I made a trip almost a year long at the wheel of a car, I visited Pakistan, Nepal and India.
Then I conceived another journey - this time in the history of art.
This journey is literally permeated with eroticism. I was thirty years old, and life was gushed with eroticism. I would change myself if I had evaded this topic.
Then Ear Pratt went to the unknown where in search of unknown what new adventures.
I had an Odysseus-Uliss, who was already a hero of not only Homer, but also Dante, Joyce and Kubrick, and thanks to which I drew attention to other topics, such as militarism, war, rebellious nature.
And again erotica. My thirty remained far behind, but life, surprisingly, still funded by eroticism.
My graphic style has changed. I decided that only Jean Giro can draw under the pseudonym (in his case - Mebius) and that it will be better for everyone if I do not follow his example.
There are many other roads that I dream of going through, many other seas on which I dream of swimming, and if everything goes well, then with some luck my dreams will soon come true. With the hope that life will never cease to assemble eroticism, delighting me and everyone who reads - or does not read - my little stories
But there was one person, one wandering knight who fought like a lion for the right to highly carry the banners of the adventure. For Ugl Pratt, the adventure was a life credo, which he proclaimed in his amazing drawn stories and the most important evidence of which was his own life.
My personal adventure and adventure of Giuseppe Bergman began due to the fact that I was lucky enough to get acquainted with Ear Pratt and become his devoted student.
Conversations with the master made me ask many questions.
Why is adventure literature so low? Didn’t they teach us at school that Homer"s Odyssey is one of the cornerstones of our civilization?
Why is the great era of adventure literature - the era of Melville, Konrad, Stevenson, London, Kipling and many other excellent storytellers - gradually gone the past, and approximately at the time when the assembly conveyor was introduced into industrial production?
Maybe the adventure is incompatible with our social device? But why?
In the twenty -sixth song Ada Dante is met by Ulysses, who, together with Diomed, is placed among crafty advisers:
Think about whose sons you are:
You are not created for an animal share ,
But they were born to valor and to the knowledge.
(translation by M. Lozinsky)
Maybe the answer in these verses? Perhaps our social structure would be at risk if each of us woke up every morning with the intention of going in search of valor and knowledge, abandoning the animal share?
I began to tell the story of Giuseppe Bergman mainly in order to analyze-however, not at all in a scientific and not quite serious-the reasons why the adventure is not considered a worthy topic, and try to answer the question, possibly Whether in our time it is realistic to survive this damn adventure.
Along the way, I touched on topics that were new for that time (since then thirty years): environmental pollution, forest destruction, genocide.
Then, in “African adventures”, I portrayed how the so -called “third world” knocks on the door of our Western citadel to ask us for our immense wealth and for our hopeless poverty. I portrayed how our luxurious palace collapses.
I would be a complete cretin if I began to claim that I predicted on September 11, 2001, but already at that moment my frivolous studies led me in an inevitable direction.
I have matured the belief that we should put our last hope not on politics, but on culture. I made a trip almost a year long at the wheel of a car, I visited Pakistan, Nepal and India.
Then I conceived another journey - this time in the history of art.
This journey is literally permeated with eroticism. I was thirty years old, and life was gushed with eroticism. I would change myself if I had evaded this topic.
Then Ear Pratt went to the unknown where in search of unknown what new adventures.
I had an Odysseus-Uliss, who was already a hero of not only Homer, but also Dante, Joyce and Kubrick, and thanks to which I drew attention to other topics, such as militarism, war, rebellious nature.
And again erotica. My thirty remained far behind, but life, surprisingly, still funded by eroticism.
My graphic style has changed. I decided that only Jean Giro can draw under the pseudonym (in his case - Mebius) and that it will be better for everyone if I do not follow his example.
There are many other roads that I dream of going through, many other seas on which I dream of swimming, and if everything goes well, then with some luck my dreams will soon come true. With the hope that life will never cease to assemble eroticism, delighting me and everyone who reads - or does not read - my little stories
Author:
Author:Manara Malo
Cover:
Cover:Hard
Category:
- Category:Comics and Graphic Novels
- Category:Humor & Entertainment
- Category:Home & Decor
ISBN:
ISBN:978-5-7584-0486-7
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