This week, Chloé Thibaud wonders if it’s possible to be a feminist and cut ties with one’s (toxic) mother…
“Stop stuffing yourself, you’ll end up obese!”, “A 12 in French? With all the books I buy you?”, “You know if you stay this clumsy… no one will ever love you!” Have you ever heard these phrases? In Dear Mother (Glénat), Alix has everything to be happy – a job she loves, a loving husband, three children – and yet, something is wrong. This something has no name, no face; it’s a shadow that hangs over everything. The shadow of a “mother” who isn’t really one. “Those words, ‘you’re beautiful,’ I’m pretty sure my mother never said them to me,” the heroine confides. “At least, I don’t remember it.” I read this graphic novel by Sophie Adriansen (script) and Mademoiselle Caroline (art and colors) just before Mother’s Day.
