None of that gets us much closer to Renaud Dillies' bande dessinée Betty Blues - copyright 2003 in France, published in this edition in the US in 2013, translated by Joe Johnson and colored by Anne-Claire Jouvray. I could mention that Bubbles was the story of a novelist and Betty is the story of a jazz musician, so I can assume that Dillies has at least a small tropism towards telling stories of the creative life.
Betty Blues, I learn from Lambiek, was Dillies's first book, and won him the best debut award at Angoulême that year. And that does somewhat explain the ways that Betty is a bit too earnest, a bit too constructed, with some lines that read like Johnson is trying to take a very specific French idiom, probably a bit too high-toned for the immediate scene, and put it into the closest approximation to idiomatic English he can. Betty at times feels like a book stretching, reaching for something - meaning, purpose, universality - and getting very close but not quite selling it all in the end.
Little Rice Duck is the main character; he's a jazz trumpeter in a band, playing at night, slightly drunk, in some bar as the book opens. We think he's been doing this for a long time; we think he's very good at it. We also know there's very little money or prestige in it. But we think he was happy.
Was. He had a girlfriend, Betty, sitting at the bar, as we guess she did most nights. This night, a rich guy, James Patton, sits down next to her, plies her with champagne, and whisks her away. Rice is broken when he finds out, and goes on a drunken bender, throwing away his trumpet and declaring he's going to give up music forever and move far away. The possibility that Betty could possibly come back, or that there might be any other woman in the world he might someday be happy with, is clearly not on the table.
The rest of the book follows two major threads and one minor one. The minor one is a married couple, Peter and Susan - he was injured by Rice's falling trumpet and they get through some surgery and deciding to sell the trumpet. The two major threads are, of course, Rice and Betty. He travels as far away as he can get, takes a job at a sawmill, and gets caught up in industrial action. Betty, on the other hand, is basically kidnapped by James, who doesn't let her get away or do anything, but pampers her for a while until she finally gets fed up with his obsessive rich-guy nature and walks away when he has her as arm candy at a public event.
Both Rice and Betty are pretty passive, Betty even more so than Rice. They're mostly dragged into situations and don't do very much to change their lives - their lives are changed for them by others.
We think this will probably be some sort of circular story, that Rice and Betty will reunite, or at least meet, after all they've been through. They might not get back together, but it's the kind of story that looks like it should end that way.
It does not: Betty Blues is much more French than that. I won't spoil the ending, but it does have a quintessentially Gallic shrug at the end.
Dillies' art is glorious, though - great smoky-jazz-club ambiance, with lots of organic, scratchy, quick-looking lines in his square six-panel grids. The art looks great, and sells the emotions of its anthropomorphic characters, even if the dialogue is sometimes a bit stilted and oddly-phrased.
I tend to be a grump about stories of artists and about people who do things for insufficient reasons, so I may not be the best judge of Betty Blue. I did see a lot of strength and life to it, particularly remembering it was Dillies' first book-length project.
[1] The movie is Betty Blue. The scene is, as I recall, a tracking shot that comes in from outside a house to show the two main characters very energetically fucking...on a kitchen table, maybe? And the line is "I had known Betty for a week."
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