Hey guys, I’ve got this great idea. I’m going to write detective stories about a Belgian man-child and his alcoholic best friend. For kids!
Clearly that shouldn’t work. It’s madness. Except Hergé started drawing his Tintin cartoons in the 1930s, and in 2011 the series was still popular enough for Steven Spielberg to turn it into a blockbuster movie. Hell, I’ve loved Tintin since I discovered him about twenty-five years ago. Clearly, there is some curious Belgian alchemy at work here. But what the hell is it? [Read more…]