![]() ![]() Only occasionally does she break out of a strict frame-to-frame design, but when she does, the results are breathtaking. As always, Satrapi’s artwork is simple and expressive, with its rich pools of black ink and swooping, lyrical curlicues. But his artist’s pride (the tar was Stradivarius-like in its perfection) is not easily mended. This day-by-day reconstruction shows Khan’s wife and brother trying to rouse him back to the land of the living. Not surprisingly, his firecracker of a wife doesn’t take well to this attitude and eventually cracks, snapping his beloved tar in two and sending Khan to his bed, where he grows gloomy and frets. ![]() A man of taciturn demeanor and moodiness, Khan believes himself too much of an artist to perform non-creative labor he barely contributes to the household upkeep with either work or money. ![]() Set for the most part in Tehran circa 1958, this graphic memoir tells the story of Nasser Ali Khan, a renowned master of the tar, an Iranian stringed instrument. Satrapi ( Embroideries, 2005, etc.) recalls the tragic final days of her great-uncle, an Iranian musician who died of a broken heart after his wife destroyed his favorite instrument. ![]()
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