Here's a
comic strip I wanted to share with you. I found it in an old Robbedoes
collection. And I absolutely love it. Unfortunately it is in this crazy made-up
language we in the Netherlands insist on speaking, but the art is pretty
expressive, so you should be able to follow most of it, and I'll translate the
dialogue were it's really necessary (And besides, if you're reading this you're
probably a close personal friend of mine)
Translation and analysis after the jump!
The story starts with a man visiting a psychiatrist:
Psy:
Something about your story bothers me. Start again from the beginning.
Man: Again?
Psy: Yes
please.
Man: As you
wish. Well, like every year, I put my shoes in front of the fireplace at
christmas eve...
He tells
the story of how he did this every year, and how he was so very happy to get
presents every year. Then one day there were no presents, and his dad told him
"Santa Clause... is us!". As a result the man ends up in a depression
for a while.
Later,
after his parents have died, he gets son of his own, and like him the son is
very happy with all the gifts he gets at Christmas, year in, year out. But then
one day there are no presents, and he tells his son there is something he needs
to know: "Santa Clause... is your
grandparents!"
Psy: And
did he understand?
Man: No. I
must have made a mistake in my explanation.
Psy: Mmh...
but what?
Man: That's
what I'm asking you!
Psy:
Something about your story bothers me. Start again from the beginning.
And so the
story keeps looping.
So why did
I want to share this with you?
There are
many kinds of great comic book moments. Some are fist-pumpingly awesome, others
are gut-wrenchingly emotional. They can be hilarious, frightening, infuriating
or gratifying. But among all the emotions great scenes can evoke, there is one
you rarely get: bafflement. And that is what De Psy gives us here. Where did
the presents come from? Ghost-grandparents? Delusions of the guy telling the
story? But what's even more baffling: why on earth doesn't the Psy get the
problem with the tale? It seems like there is something fundamentally wrong
with the plot here. It reminds me of one the stories about the Baron von
Münchhausen. The baron falls in a hole, spends the whole story trying to get
out and screaming for help, only to realize no help is coming. Then he goes
home to get a ladder. Delightfully anticlimactic anti-humor.
But the Psy
story gives us more. The Von Münchhausen story is clearly meant to be funny.
But this comic leaves me confused even to how I'm supposed to feel about it. Is
this a sweet Christmassy story, or terrifying ghost story? Should I laugh, feel
spooked or get a warm feeling in my heart? De Psy is usually a gag comic. One
page, or even just a few panels, ending on a punchline. But here it continues
beyond the punch line. It doesn't even end, it just loops back to the beginning.
It robs you of a climax, leaving you wondering when you are supposed to laugh,
and perhaps if you should laugh at all.
It's a
silly gag comic. It's a stupid shaggy dog story. It's a dadaist masterpiece.
Whatever the case is, I think it's great, and deserves to be shared.
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