blacksad silent hell volume 4 silent hell juan díaz canales

Just like Jazz, there’s a beauty to the dissonance of Canales’ story coupled with a fun and lively appearance atop an exhausted internal struggle from Guarnido. In the wake of the tragic events of the previous story, A Silent Hell. In conclusion, Blacksad: A Silent Hell, is a maddening Mardi Gras of mistreatment and music. The return of feline 1950s-era gumshoe John Blacksad is always worth looking forward to. Arctic Nation dealt with racism, Red Soul a commentary on political warfare and now with A Silent Hell, a dark descension into the world of drugs and exploitative nature of the music industry. That being said, Canales is a tour de force when it comes to his virtuosic talents for as a writer and not even a poor translation can stop him from creating a riveting tale of fabled realism. I’d happily learn French for Blacksad but I think it’d be easier to re-release the comic with a more collaborative translation. Canales is a genius with his immersive dialogue and sadly there’s enough immersion-breaking mistakes in the translation that really break the flow. Detective John Blacksad returns, with a new case that takes him to a 1950s New Orleans filled with hot jazz and cold-blooded murder Hired to discover the fate of a celebrated pianist, Blacksad finds his most dangerous mystery yet in the midst of drugs, voodoo, the rollicking atmosphere of. Slapped across the original speech bubbles like a tacky elbow patch on a tailored suit is a grammatical nightmare of an English translation from it’s original French text, in a lifeless husk of a font no less. Unfortunately, it’s shoddily done both in it’s style and translation.

Crossing the line between art and writing, I wasn’t sure how to talk about the English translation of this comic.

Blacksad silent hell volume 4 silent hell juan díaz canales