Albert Uderzo (1927–2020)

Az aktuális Asterix-körből toronymagasan ez volt a legjobb. A nevek óriásiak, mint mindig (Nempublicus, Falusinotarius, Medvecuscus, Negyedfelesjambus, itt már vinnyogtam). Jópofa volt végigkövetni, hogy Ideafix a történet elején csatlakozott hozzájuk (itt jelent meg először, ha jól sejtem), de csak az utolsó képkockákon reagálnak rá. Az egyes városok lakóinak kifigurázása is hatalmas, a marseille-i jeleneteknél pedig ismeretlenül is világos, hogy valami akkor és show more ott jól ismert karakterek jelennek meg, nagyon jó figurák (és hátul van magyarázat is kilétükről). Poénparádé, a sorozat legjobb darabjai közül való. show less

This might be the most redundant review I ever write. Anyone who's in the market for a luxury "Gift Collection" of Asterix albums will need no convincing as to the quality of this book, and the sequence from albums 6 to 10 is perhaps the single finest run of Asterix stories there is.

It's one glittering hit after another, from the raring tour of Ancient Egypt in Asterix and Cleopatra (including one visual joke on page 27 where Obelix speaks hieroglyphics that still makes me chuckle) to the show more more contrived but effortless fun of Asterix and the Big Fight.

Asterix in Britain may be Goscinny and Uderzo's finest hour, with not only fantastic blink-and-you'll-miss-it jokes and references (reading this album as a kid may well have been my first introduction to the Beatles…) but a genuinely cracking plot. Transporting a barrel of magic potion to allies in Britain following the Roman invasion is a great driver of a story, playing to the strengths of Asterix and Obelix while also exposing them to vulnerabilities and chance. And that's before we even get to the inspired choice of having a new herb called 'tea', rather than Getafix's magic potion, ending up as the drink that rallies the British villagers.

Asterix and the Normans contains one of the most memorable single-story characters, Justforkix, and wrings a lot of juice from its own story idea of the Vikings not knowing what fear is. Asterix the Legionary is the cherry on top of the cake: another immaculate, effortless story. While the staggered release of these gift collections can be frustrating (it's been three years between the releases of Volumes 1 and 2), you can't argue with the quality. Whenever the next volume arrives with the next chronological batch of stories, it will contain two of the fondest-remembered Asterix adventures of my childhood: Asterix and the Chieftain's Shield and Asterix and the Cauldron. show less

When I was a kid, devouring whatever Asterix content I could, I would buy – or, rather, have my parents buy – those omnibus editions which gave you more bang for your buck, and had names like Maximum Asterix or Asterix Triumphant! Now, as an adult with a bit of disposable income and a nostalgia itch to scratch, I can buy this "Gift Collection" of the first five Asterix stories.

The Asterix albums were sequenced differently in English translation (Asterix in Britain, naturally, was show more released earlier) but this Gift Collection – which, hopefully, will eventually be extended to the entire corpus of the Asterix stories – goes by the original order of French publication. (The book credits a revised translation from 2004, tweaking Anthea Bell's beloved efforts, but I didn't notice anything different from the stories I read in my youth.)

In a book presented in this way, you would always have one eye towards retrospection, and one can clearly see the development in both art style and storytelling as Goscinny and Uderzo find their feet. Asterix the Gaul has a noticeably different way of drawing the characters (when I was a young boy, I was sent some merchandise by Hodder & Stoughton after writing a fan letter asking about this art style) and the creators are still figuring out the best way of utilising their characters. Obelix, for example, does not go with Asterix on this first adventure – they are not yet the double-act they will become.

This first album is still a classic story, though we start to find more assurance in the second story, Asterix and the Golden Sickle. This is closer to what we would now recognise as an Asterix adventure, the beginning of the formula, with Asterix and Obelix going on the first of their now-famous far-reaching quests in pursuit of a MacGuffin. Asterix and the Goths is where the series really starts to shine, with both storytelling formula and art style now defined and the confidence starting to show with some clever, throwaway jokes ("Visi Goths?" asks one legionary. "Why the past tense?")

Asterix the Gladiator, the fourth album included here, is where the Asterix series starts to become iconic. A supreme adventure based around a great concept, with genuinely funny jokes, capers, wit and satire, Asterix the Gladiator is where that formula starts to become a formula for gold, and is rightly regarded as one of the finest Asterix stories.

After this, Asterix and the Banquet, the fifth and final album included here, is a bit of a disappointment, based on a flimsy premise and hectic in its plotting, with some jokes that would only really be relevant to a French audience. It's not a coincidence that I rarely encountered Banquet in the popular omnibus editions of my youth.

Nevertheless, Banquet, like all the Asterix albums going right back to Asterix the Gaul, has that sense of fun, adventure and cleverness – I still find it incredible that Latin puns formed the basis of my entertainment as a child, and this was seen as a normal thing – that drew us all to those stories originally, and now has us forking out many hard-earned sestertii to have an excuse to visit them again.

Quality hardback volumes of the original Asterix albums are long overdue; it's a shame (and a bit incomprehensible) that they haven't all been released as a box set, as was done with the Tintin stories. As things stand, we will have to wait until late next year for the second volume of these Gift Collections. This collection of the first five Asterix stories is excellent, but the second volume will be worth the wait. Albums 6 to 10 are perhaps the finest run of Asterix stories, when the series really started hitting its stride. show less

After every new Asterix episode, Albert Uderzo swears it's his last, he is tired of it, he can't think of new stories anymore, he's had enough trying to bring great art to an unappreciative world (he said once) — and a few years later you see a new book out, and sure enough it is nowhere near what he did with Goscinny's scripts. Still, I ask myself whether this is not the worst of the lot. Where his solo efforts (which, come to think of it, span more than half of Asterix' lifetime!) have show more previously been bland but rather nice (L'Odyssée d'Astérix) to bland and boring (Astérix et Latraviata), this is almost offensively bad. There's no trace of the humour and satire that made Le Devin and Obélix & Compagnie so delicious; instead we get a cute little alien inspired by (close to plagiarised from) Disney, a brigade of "superclones" that look like Superman with Zippy the Pinhead's cranium, a mean and ugly (and borderline racist caricature) manga-inspired alien who isn't smart enough to be truly evil, and his battle robots. Add stupid roman legionaries who don't get anything amusingly stupid to do, and two panels' worth of pirates (if they know that the Gauls live there, as they should know by now, why don't they make a huge detour around that part of the coast?).

Two conflicting aliens drop down on the Gaulish village in search of a super-weapon (the magic potion), they both try to gain it (the cute Witsledyan by negotiation, the Nagma by force rendered ineffective by his own ineptitude, and I will not award bonus points for figuring out what their names are anagrams of), and lots of hilarity should ensue but doesn't, despite Uderzo's frenetic attempts. I get the impression that Uderzo has no idea of where the story is taking him or what he's supposed to do when he gets there, and the only reason the plot holes are rather small is that there isn't much of a plot to start with. At least the artwork is slightly better than in Astérix et Latraviata.

As I didn't expect much from Le ciel lui tombe sur la tête, I am not as disappointed as I could have been. The only thing I am slightly angry about is that most Internet bookstores unfairly list René Goscinny as the author, which is almost an insult to a man who has been dead for over 30 years and can't defend himself. I only have these words of advice: Albert, the next time you say you're going to retire, please keep your word and stop wrecking the good reputation you once deserved. show less