There’s a book by Sempé titled “Everything is complicated”. At least that’s the English title. The Spanish translation had one more dimension to it, that could roughly be translated as “Everything gets complicated” (or the more direct, but infinitely clumsier: “Everything complicates itself”). I don’t remember what the French title was, so I don’t know which version is more accurate.
Also, translating this comic is hard.
Because nothing says January like a Thanksgiving comic, and the velocity of life tends to be a little complicated, here’s this week’s Autobiographer:
Many pages ago, we learned there was a videogame starring our very peculiar doppelgängers. And, yes, I’m still inside that Little Free Library.
Maybe you noticed a certain similarity between pages 37 and 40? Maybe these guys did too? Maybe things are getting a little weird(er)?
So, I had to take a short hiatus to finish this other comic (more on that soon), do some work and live a life. You might be wondering how can I have life events that are not portrayed on this comics that you’re reading, right? Well, the answer is simple, my friend: they are. If you can’t read them there, it’s probably your fault. We can’t be responsible for your very poor reading skills. Try harder! We love you.
Remember how I was desperately trapped inside a Little Free Library and no one would pick up my phone calls? Well, that’s sort of still a thing…
In today’s episode we get to see a full page of our “evil twin” minicomic. I’m also not so sure about my use of the word “Shucks” in the translation, but I’ll stand by it anyway, because I like the sound of it.
This might not be true about every country, but at least in Argentina, there’s trucks that’ll deliver (siphon bottled) seltzer water to your house on a regular basis.
Federico keeps “enjoying” his regained mobility and we learn a little bit more about the most horrible video-game out there.
So, I haven been able to draw because I had to go to Argentina to visit family, release a record and tour around, get back home and get sick. Also, I had to put together a book with the first 4 or 5 years of Autobiographer, that just came out (in spanish only, sorry)! In the meantime, Fede still had back pains and couldn’t move around. Here’s how he attempts to solve the problem: