H is for Herge

H is for Herge

Like many kids, I was a big fan of the Tintin books. I owned five or six of them, and read them over and over again.  My favorite was Tintin in Tibet, where he resuces his friend Chang, who had been in an airplane crash. 

Recently, I checked out the 7-volume series containing all 21 Tintin adventures. Some of them I’d never read before (Tintin in America, the Blue Crab, etc.)  It was quite fun to read those for the first time, and to re-read my old favorites again.  But OH!  Let me tell you about imperialism!  And racism!  The horrors!  And do you know that other than Bianca Castefiore, there are NO women in these books who have any speaking roles?  I know that these were written in a certain time and place in history, and need to be viewed somewhat through that lens.  But still.  There could have been at least one woman, or spunky girl, or something.  Yikes.

Tintin and SnowyI do love Snowy, though. Such a great dog.  My dogs are funny, but not quite as spunky as Snowy.  And I don’t think they’d ever try to get into the Captain’s whiskey.  Well, Otter might, but not Maggie.  She’s too refined to drink whiskey.