Tintin in the Unconscious

May 24th, 2007

As if the home movies weren’t enough, now I’m going to start in with my dreams. Last night I dreamed I met Hergé! Only he was just a boy…in fact, he was Tintin. He was signing books, doing drawings in each one. I watched him in astonishment. His hand would move maniacally, almost involuntarily, across the page and in a few seconds, there it was–a perfect, highly detailed drawing.

It was awe-inspiring and depressing at the same time because it was clear to me that this was a kind of superhuman power I did not possess and never would.

I might have forgotten all about the dream, but then at breakfast I opened the latest New Yorker and there’s a big illustrated piece in it about Tintin! Apparently Steven Spielberg and Peter Jackson are going to make three Tintin movies.

Why do they have to make movies of everything?