Spit

Born from an unfortunate encounter between culinary art and zoology, a strange disease decimates a village in China. Then at the dawn of spring, the terror is taking hold on French territory. The President of the Republic chants on the screens: “We are at war.” In fear, businesses close and the French lock themselves away. First published as a “Journal of a pandemic” on the Charlie Hebdo website, this first author's album traces Felix's wanderings in Paris between the homing postilions and contradictory government measures. Felix alternates between criticism scathing and tender towards his compatriots, with tangy zests of autobiography. Despite a health context not conducive to laughter, it aims just to distract our attention, hit where it hurts and create a funny, squeaky and stratospheric universe. With an almost precise documentary, the richness of the narration is sublimated by the protean aspect of the line. Postillons could be a science fiction masterpiece except that Everything is true in this apocalyptic story crowned with a preface by Yannick Haenel illustrated by Willem.