FIGAROVOX/TRIBUTE – The comic book author, Marcel Gotlib, died Sunday. The father of Gai-Luron, Topic-a-brac and Super Dupont was able to push the absurd and the ridiculous to a point incandescendance unpublished.
Thibaut Dary is a communications consultant and journalist specialising in comics.
For a long time already, he had been discreet. He had taken an agent, as do the stars. He received awards for his work as a whole, Angoulême, Brussels. He became a chevalier of the legion of Honor. In 1988, he had stopped drawing after producing “in twenty years what others would have done in forty,” he said. It was no longer the one of the news of the 9th art, left to new stars much less gifted, even if he continued to put himself in the scene in photo-story twisted for Fluide Glacial, and screen-writing the adventures of Super Dupont. In the quiet of his house at Vesinet, he got the press only sparingly. He had taken his distances, those that the age always ends by imposing it. And yet, the death of Marcel Gotlib, Sunday, December 4, 2016, sounds like the disappearance of a close friend for millions of readers, suddenly reminded of the depth of their debt.
Politics, television, cinema, religion : he spared anyone, especially not himself, which earned him the sympathy of all.
Because if we all walked on the moon with Tintin, put the slaps to the Romans with Asterix, and are fired faster than our shadow with Lucky Luke, it is with Isaac Newton, the commissioner Bourget and a ladybug in the bottom of the page we have discovered the mysteries of universal gravitation, and more seriously, the delights of the hype and narrative of the absurd is without limit. The moms were on this Topic-a-Brac a bit vain, but our fathers bidonnaient to tears in the reading. It was not necessary any more to feel authorized to borrow the albums, and experience the literal other world, where the creative freedom and virtuosity charts do tell more stories, but bore the derision to a point of incandescence unpublished. “Small, reading them, I marked in iron red”, wrote Charles Berberian last may in The Happiness western. Many can say the same.
Vaillant and Driver saw him pass, before he founded The Echo of the savanes and Fluide glacial. Gai-Luron, Hamster Jovial, Perverse, Cushy and Super Dupont came under his pen. Politics, television, cinema, religion: he spared anyone, especially not himself, which earned him the sympathy of all. In 2014, the retrospective “The worlds of Gotlib” the Museum of Art and History of Judaism, to rise to the occasion of 80 years of the author, recalled the unique aura of this man child upset – a jewish Hungarian origin, born Gottlieb, who grew up in Montmartre, it will be an orphan at eleven years of age to a father is deported to Buchenwald, became from the 60s a giant in the comic strip sense of humor.
Asked on this occasion, Gotlib not denied, not the cruelty of passing time. “All those who have made me laugh are the dead”, admitted it. He was quoting from the love of his daughter, Ariadne, as his most beautiful gift ever received. It could not prohibit a new spin: “I would have wanted to be an artist. Why? To be able to make my number, hold on, this joke!” And he who had spared no God – that he had baptized Gaston Jehovah – does not disentitle her to consider a face-to-face: “I have him in the greenhouse five and thank him for his good offices.” Who knows if, while the grief of the nostalgia holds us, Gotlib is not party for a great laugh lord?
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