Marjane's Relationship with her Parents by Petra Barbieri on Prezi
Young Marjane is a stroppy, piss-taking, veil-wearing Marxist-anarchist Her parents were Marxist intellectuals who enjoyed the good life - they drove a " Anything that has a relationship with pleasure we reject it. She tried to slit her wrists, but failed miserably - a fruit knife was never going to do the trick. Marjane (Marji) Satrapi's parents take an active interest in the politics of Iran. They pass this down to their daughter. The act that really captures the attention of . In this lesson, we will take a closer look at some of the wise words Marjane hears When Marjane is 14 years old, her parents decide she will be better off living in to teach her: ''If I wasn't comfortable with myself, I would never be comfortable. . Marji's Relationship with God in Persepolis · Taji Satrapi: Marjane's Mother in.
In this lesson, we will take a closer look at some of the wise words Marjane hears from her grandmother in Marjane Satrapi's ''Persepolis''. A Grandmother's Love Who do you turn to when you need advice? Many of us turn to our friends or our parents, but what about our grandparents? During those times when we may not feel comfortable talking with our parents, we can often find a sympathetic ear with our grandparents. This is especially true for grandmothers, and Marjane's grandmother is no different in Persepolis by Marjane Satrapi.
Marjane and her grandmother are pretty close. For instance, when Marjane is ten, only her grandmother knows Marjane is writing a ''holy book'' because she wants to be a prophet - her grandmother even offers to ''be your first disciple.
But she still has a sense of humor, and everything she has gone through served to give her wisdom. Marjane loves her parents, and often respects their guidance.
But time and again, it is her grandmother's advice she benefits from. So what is some of that advice? Let's take a look at some of the most influential advice Marjane gets from her grandmother. Share via Email Personal view Marjane Satrapi's Persepolis Marjane Satrapi gusts into the room like a hurricane.
She is a tiny woman propped up on huge white platform heels. She is dressed in black and is beautiful in a cubist way - Picasso could have sculpted her. Her hair is black, her mouth is a gash of red lipstick, she is talking 20 to the dozen, and smoke seems to be pouring out of every visible orifice. Everything about her is cartoon-like. Which is appropriate because she is best known as a cartoon character in her own comic books.
Satrapi, 38, is the author of Persepolis, a graphic memoir recounting her childhood in Iran, the overthrow of the corrupt Shah, the terror of the Khomeini years, the war with Iraq, the refuge she sought in Europe, and her painful path to adulthood.
Persepolisthe Greek name for Persia, is desperately moving and extremely funny - a little girl's sarcastic love letter to her family. Young Marjane is a stroppy, piss-taking, veil-wearing Marxist-anarchist who embraces her many contradictions with self-absorbed relish.
When she's not preaching communism, she's predicting her future as a religious prophet; when she's not pogoing down the streets as a young punk, she's listening to the turgid prog rock of Camel or the bubblegum pop of Kim Wilde. Now she has turned the book into an equally brilliant animated film, co-directed with fellow comic book writer Vincent Paronnaud.
The movie is as stark and simple as her own drawings her family could be an Iranian Simpsons - only realwith the added bonus of an expressionist feel that recalls the films of Fritz Lang. Persepolis has been dismissed by the Iranian authorities as Islamophobic, but Satrapi says this is ridiculous - she is not a political animal or a religious commentator, she is an artist. And while Persepolis is scathing about the hypocrisies and cruelties of Iran's theocracy, she is equally critical of George Bush's Christian fundamentalism.
She accuses the west of cultural imperialism, saying it always reduces Iran to Hizbullah or Arabian Nights; the flying carpet or the flying rocket. What she wanted to do in Persepolis was tell her story and show what it means to be Iranian for her.
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Satrapi was born in in Rasht, near the Caspian Sea, and grew up in Tehran, where her father was an engineer and her mother a dress designer. She is descended from Iranian aristocrats - her maternal great-grandfather was Nasser-al-Din Shah, Persian emperor from toand her grandfather was a prince. But she stresses this does not make her quite so privileged as it sounds - her great-grandfather had wives.
Go back far enough, and you'll find out most Iranian families are blue-blooded, she says. Her parents were Marxist intellectuals who enjoyed the good life - they drove a Cadillac, drank alcohol, ate at the best places, were thoroughly westernised.
They campaigned against the Shah, and looked forward to the Islamic revolution till it happened.
In Persepolis she visits her beloved uncle in jail awaiting execution. After her neighbour's house is bombed, she finds her best friend's bracelet in the rubble "attached to something". The elliptical nature of the storytelling life-changing events can start and finish in one panel makes it all the more heartbreaking.
As a child, Satrapi was supremely gobby. Her parents always encouraged her to have her own opinion. She says there is something Hitleresque in her character that she has inherited from her father - she means in the power of her convictions rather than her politics.
Satrapi was a sceptic from the off. But we are not living in paradise, we are living in hell. What does it mean?
That means the majority of people are wrong. So I never believed what people told me. She was an only child and talked and played cards for entertainment. The second I learned how to play, I learned how to cheat, too. But Marjane was a worry for them. When she wasn't cheating or asking precocious questions she would be out in Tehran buying contraband tapes, spreading the word of western pop and wearing Michael Jackson T-shirts under the veil.
Her parents feared she would get into serious trouble with the Revolutionary Guard. Soon after their neighbours were bombed, they sent year-old Marjane away to Austria to study.
Part of the problem, she says, is that she was so intelligent, so easily bored by people and their ideas. I ask her whether she has met anybody as intelligent as herself?
She shakes her head, and snorts: Maybe Vincent, the guy with whom I made the movie. She says that she painted her most accurate self-portrait in her last book, Chicken With Plums, about her great-uncle Nasser Ali Khan, a musician who played the tar, a long-necked lute. When his wife breaks his instrument, the despairing musician starves himself and takes to his bed to die, which he does eight days later.
That's actually how I see myself. You have to be narcissistic to be an artist.
Taji Satrapi: Marjane's Mother in Persepolis
You have to think you are the centre of the whole thing otherwise why do you create? The only thing is to recognise it, and then you make the best of it.
She can't stand Britain because of the smoking ban. She suggests that we talk in her hotel room because at least she will be able to smoke there.
She lives for her cigs, and is quite happy to die for them, she says. Eating, they talk about cholesterol; making love, they talk about Aids; you talk about smoking, they talk about cancer.
Chracter Descriptions - Persepolis Notes/summary
It's a very sick society that rejects pleasure. I hope my meat is so rotten no worm in the whole universe will want to come and eat it. I want to be rotten to accept the idea of dying. Every day you live you get one day closer to death. If you are never born you will never die. Giving birth is also giving death. It's not surprising that the teenage Satrapi lost her way in Europe. She expected to find herself in a secular paradise looked after by Zozo, her mother's best friend.
In Persepolis, she imagines how it will be: Satrapi discovered boys and booze. At her nadir she was peddling drugs, homeless, and she almost died from bronchitis.