I caught up with a relative over brunch on Saturday. It was a meandering chat over porridge and coffee.
We talked about family, fashion, housing, Tintin and some reminiscing of times long past.
I’m not sure how we got onto Tintin, but we reminded ourselves that he was ageless – stayed the same over decades of stories – but the stories moved with the times.
There are lots of connections between the stories. Obvious ones that are one story in two books like Destination Moon followed by Explorers on the Moon. Others are not so direct: The Crab with the Golden Claws and The Blue Lotus, about drug runners.
Tintin is one of the first books I can remember. I borrowed them from the Christchurch Public Library, in the old brick building that once housed the Library on Cambridge Terrace near Hereford Street.
The stories are rich in meaning, thoroughly researched with events of the time depicted – fascist Europe in King Ottokar’s Sceptre – and beautifully drawn. I love the trains, cars, boats and outsize characters and never tire of reading the 62 pages in each story one more time.
My personal favourite is The Crab with the Golden Claws, a classic detective story, and where Tintin first meets Captain Haddock.
I could talk all day about Tintin. It’s been a life-long pleasure.
He’s a great investigator with a cool head and a sense of adventure like no one else.
Timeless, just like all good stories.