Well, I guess I can’t speak of Nathan’s fandom definitively. Not yet, anyway. But the older 85% are passionately committed. Even The Sixth, Cormac, reads Hergé with regularity. Many’s the time I’ve found him sitting calmly in the basement, leafing through one of the wonderful “Adventures of Tintin” volumes that adorn the floor-to-ceiling shelves of his bedroom. Right before bedtime. (OK, so I’m not always sure how much of his demeanor is Tintin affection, and how much of it is “Maybe if Papa sees that I’m being quiet, I won’t have to go to bed just yet.” But still…he’s very familiar.)
So you can just imagine how they feel about this:
As one whose drawing deficiencies are well-and-frequently established — we harp on that which hurts us most, right? — as well as a serious Tintin fanatic in my own right, I’m amazed by how quickly and assuredly Hergé sketches. I realize that he probably spent more time duplicating that strange little hair tuft than I will ever spend on anything over the course of my entire life. But still…
Blistering Blue Bonus!