Paris by Andi Watson & Simon Gane

I read this for almost entirely extraneous reasons, if that matters.

I'd seen the original edition of Paris when it was first published, and wrote about it for ComicMix. (Be careful with that link; much of ComicMix's back catalog seems to have been infested with hijackers, and there may be malware lurking about.) I vaguely knew that there was a newer, slightly longer edition, and had a perhaps even more vague idea of reading it, eventually, since I've been re-reading Andi Watson's books over the last few years.

This is written by Watson, by the way, but the art is by Simon Gane. It's the only time they've collaborated so far; Watson usually draws his own books. (Though they do have a new book together, Sunburn, coming up this fall.)

None of that is why I read Paris. And, looking back, it's completely random that I did read it, only five days after this new edition was released.

I was browsing through Hoopla, the app my library uses, trying to find something to read that day. I'd just come back from a movie The Wife dragged me to. Now, it was not a bad movie, in any sense, but it was predictable and obvious and thuddingly normalizing in all sorts of ways: a well-executed thing that I didn't mind watching but cared almost exactly nothing about. So I wanted something of a palate cleanser: something like that in superficial outlines, but more subtle, with better storytelling, and maybe something subversive about it. To be blunt, something with a bit of romance, maybe set in Paris in the 1950s, maybe without a moral of "common people are magical beings who make everyone's lives better with their cheeky clear-headedness".

Thus Paris. My original review covers the story (assuming you can navigate the "click Allow now!" pop-ups to read it): young American painter Juliet is in Paris, studying at the Academie de Stael in genteel poverty. Young British heiress Deborah is also in Paris, chaperoned by her horrible Aunt Chapman and having the most boring time possible in that city.

Juliet is hired to paint Deborah; they have a spark. Circumstances intervene to snuff out that spark, possibly before many readers have realized it is a spark, and not just a friendship. Will they meet again, and re-connect?

That's the story. There's some additional complications, such as Juliet's lusty roommate Paulette and Deborah's swishy brother Billy, but it's a story about these two women, and whether they can manage to get together despite everything.

Gane has a very detailed style, that, to my eye, is influenced by both mid-century illustration and the lanky grace of high fashion. I don't know if he always draws like this, but it's a lovely choice for this story, making the City of Light a place of glamor and bustling life, real in its own way but idealized, the perfect vision of a romantic city of the past.

Like most of Watson's work, the story here is low-key; you need to pay attention. It also helps to know a little French, since some phrases are untranslated until a set of notes at the end. But they're all clear in context to readers who do pay attention.

The first time around, I thought of Paris as minor Watson, but I've revised that estimation upwards this time around. Gane's art adds something unique and wonderful, and Watson is at his most subtle and allusive here, trusting his readers to see this story and not need to be told everything. You may need to read Paris twice to properly love it, but you don't need to wait fifteen years between readings as I did.