The writer, Goscinny, died in 1977, leaving Uderzo with the initial dilemma of whether or not to carry on. It's quite plausible that Goscinny had left behind some increasingly scant notes about possible future projects, to which Uderzo has referred as he's trotted out worse and worse books on his own (althought always keeping Goscinny's name prominently on the cover alongside his own, as a tribute).
Uderzo is 79, and his artwork remains fantastic, but, my God, there's no excuse for just how bad this new book is. If it really is senility, as opposed to malice towards his creation, that has driven him to write it, then he might be vulnerable to suggestion, in which case we should send him a synopsis of "Bring Me The Head..." and he'd probably write it.
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Date: 2005-11-28 11:15 am (UTC)Uderzo is 79, and his artwork remains fantastic, but, my God, there's no excuse for just how bad this new book is. If it really is senility, as opposed to malice towards his creation, that has driven him to write it, then he might be vulnerable to suggestion, in which case we should send him a synopsis of "Bring Me The Head..." and he'd probably write it.