- Taschenbuch: 96 Seiten
- Verlag: AiT/PlanetLar; Auflage: Gph (23. Juni 2002)
- Sprache: Englisch
- ISBN-10: 0970936060
- ISBN-13: 978-0970936066
- Vom Hersteller empfohlenes Alter: 16 - 18 Jahre
- Größe und/oder Gewicht: 16,5 x 0,8 x 25,4 cm
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For four years, The Great War, World War One, raged across the planet. Millions were sent to their deaths in pointless battles. The Italian Front stretched along the borders of Italy and the Austro-Hungarian Empires, in treacherous mountain regions. In the last months of 1916, a private in the Italian Bersaglieri returns to his childhood home in the Trentino mountain range to find it no longer a place of adventure and wonder as it was in his youth, but a place of death and despair. Amongst the weapons of both armies, none is more feared than the White Death: thundering avalanches deliberately caused by cannon fire, which, like war itself, consume everything in their path...
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Much as I was looking forward to this, I found it kind of muddled and hard to engage with. To be sure, there are some haunting panels of faces locked in horror and pain. But the book suffers from a lack of story, lack of context, and frankly, a cast of characters who are very hard to distinguish from one another. Admittedly, one of the themes of the book is how malleable nationality was in northeastern Italy, where territory shifted back and forth between Italy and Austria every few decades. But this is a more fundamental case of artwork and storytelling not communicating well. This becomes literal in one section where the lettering is done in a script in order to represent a letter, and its so tiny and hard to read that I almost stopped reading the whole book at that point. I kept going until the end, mainly because every few pages there was a striking image, but by the end I didn't feel like I read a story or been presented a message beyond a kind of "war is hell" cliche.
There are some wonderful scenes here -- soldiers escaping their fears between the sheets with working women, a newly promoted officer expressing moral qualms about burying platoons in snow, the friendships between Italians and Austrians that are tested (or strengthened) by war, the hospital wards filled with soldiers who have lost limbs or lungs. One of the key characters is, by the story's end, guaranteed to inspire hatred. Many of the war scenes have been done before but they are done well and the avalanche angle is new to me.
The art, sketched in white, gray, and black, is suitably moody in its contrast of snow (and the death it portends) with the gray lives of soldiers who know they are doomed. I particularly like the haunted facial expressions of men who know they are facing their last moments alive, or who are watching friends die. The infamous thousand yard stare is rendered beautifully here.
I would give White Death 4 1/2 stars if I could.
I really thought I would struggle to write a lot about this book, it does not lend itself to much description about the story, but evidentially I could write about this nearly indefinitely and winding this up is proving decidedly difficult. To finish this much as I started, I hate this deeply and passionately because it is horrible; the point is it is doing exactly what it is supposed to do. If I ‘liked’ this then I would check myself in at the nearest mental institution because on many pages there are piles of corpses staring right at the reader; in any sane persons world that is not a nice thing to see as you turn a page. This book is all about the dehumanization of war, the feeling that nothing you do will matter, nothing will be achieved and that in victory, you lost everything you were fighting for. I cannot recommend this because right now I just want to sit quietly in a corner and cuddle a pillow for a few days, but once that passes I think my thoughts will be thusly: This is powerful and important storytelling, an absolute must for anyone interested in war comics and for everyone else it is something you are unlikely to forget, just do not say I didn’t give you fair warning.