Welcome to Syldavia, land of beauty, intrigue, and one of the craziest regime-change mechanisms ever put on the books. You are flying in the company of an intrepid young reporter, his pet dog, and a noted sigillographer who’s not been himself lately. Before landing, let’s take a moment to appreciate the lovely scenery. Here, the pilot shall drop you in lower for a closer look…
Oops!
Sorry! Good thing we attached a parachute to your seat. Well, happy landings,
and see you at the palace.
The eighth volume of the Tintin comic book series continues developing what had become a winning formula for author Hergé, bringing together high adventure and silly comedy by placing our hero Tintin into jeopardy, usually without his knowing how or why.
This
time the adventure involves Syldavia, a mythical European country apparently nestled
in the Balkans. Its king, Muscar XII, is troubled by the warlike movements of expansionist
neighbor Borduria. Tintin is invited to accompany Professor Alembick, an expert on
seals and signets granted a viewing of Syldavia’s royal archives. But Tintin’s
activities fall under the observation of a nest of shadowy spies in his home
city.
“It’s
all very odd,” Tintin says. “I just can’t make head or tail of this business.”
That
may go for many readers, too. After nearly a decade, the Tintin series was coming
to a crossroads in 1938. As with Europe itself, big changes were in store for
the comic. Some of this is reflected here.
This
would be the last Tintin story to appear in its entirety in the pages of Le Petit Vingtième, the Belgian publication where Tintin
originated. That was shuttered in 1940 with Belgium’s occupation by Germany.
King Ottokar’s Sceptre
also marks the first appearance of the comic’s main female character, Bianca
Castafiore, and of Syldavia and Borduria, important nations in later Tintin
adventures. Thomson and Thompson are sort of first-timers here, too; while
featured in past stories, this marks the first occasion where they are actual
allies of Tintin, rather than well-meaning foils Tintin has to fool or placate
somehow.
Most notably, it’s the last time a
Tintin adventure doesn’t include Archibald Haddock, the heroically splenic sea
captain who becomes Tintin’s buddy in his next full-length adventure, The
Crab With The Golden Claws, and remains by his side thereafter.
Haddock’s arrival brought the series
more humor and some needed outsized personality, and gave Tintin someone to
talk to other than his dog. That had been a quirk of the Tintin books from the
beginning, but you mightn’t have noticed it so much until this one.
The oddity of King Ottokar’s
Sceptre begins on the first page. First pages were critical to Hergé in setting a tone and moving a story forward.
In the last book, The
Black Island, Tintin gets shot on page one and spends the rest of the book
chasing down his assailants. In King Ottokar’s Sceptre, Tintin finds a
briefcase on a park bench, discovers a name and address inside, and carries it
off with him to the owner’s apartment. Oh, and Snowy chases some birds.
Kind of slack, no? The only hint
of danger here comes from Snowy’s warning: “No good ever comes of getting mixed
up in other people’s business.” Which feels premature at this point given
Tintin is just walking down a street to return a briefcase.
Eventually something of a story
emerges. The owner of the briefcase, Professor Alembick, tells Tintin about
Syldavia. Tintin discovers he is being watched by a group of sneaky characters
on another floor. Following one to a restaurant, he gains more information but
doesn’t escape unnoticed. Threats are followed by an attempt on Tintin’s life.
This about covers the first 15
pages, and marks as slow an opening to any Tintin book I can remember. The air
of mystery is appealing, and Thomson and Thompson do provide some minor amusement,
but I found myself for the first time really missing Haddock, after registering
but not quite minding his absence in the earlier books. For the first time in
the series, Tintin seems at loss for a purpose. His investigations are a matter
of idle curiosity, not life or death. He doesn’t really need to go to Syldavia
with the professor; it’s something to do.
Fortunately, Hergé
seems to understand this, and kicks things into a higher gear once Tintin is airborne.
Not only does a solid adventure settle into form by about page 20, and moves along rather nicely thereafter; the artist in Hergé springs to the fore as well
with some of his best graphic work to date.
First and most arrestingly are the three separate splash
pages Hergé devotes to telling the story of Syldavia, in the form of a catalog
detailing its history, geography, economy, and culture.
This is a unique device in the Tintin books, a book within
the book, including some snapshots of the local population, portraits, and a
gorgeous battle scene done up like the Bayeux Tapestry. It’s all done in Hergé’s
ligne claire style, a flatter
perspective anyway which comes in handy here since we are in essence looking
over Tintin’s shoulder at the pages of a book. A masterful bit of business delivered
at the right time.
Reading this, we learn about the sceptre of Ottakar IV, and
the strange rule that any time the king allows himself to lose the sceptre,
control of Syldavia falls automatically to its new possessor.
Ottokar himself made this decree, along with a declaration
that has become Syldavia’s motto: Eih
bennek, eih blavek, or “Come and get it.” That is just what the evil
Bordurian-aligned separatist, Müsstler,
intends.
This sceptre business sure is one
crazy law, but it serves the purpose of being our story’s MacGuffin, what the
villains want to take and what Tintin dedicates himself to protecting. Clever
storycraft merges here with Hergé’s sense of fun. Snowy inadvertently
steals a dinosaur bone from a museum and Tintin has his first meeting with
Bianca Castafiore, prompting the singer to launch into her signature number “Margarita.”
A shaken Tintin at once makes an excuse to ditch her limo and travel on by
foot, coincidentally frustrating the villains on his trail.
“I would have given any excuse to escape!” he exclaims.
The actual theft of the sceptre is the standout moment of the
book, both in its conception and delivery. Tintin manages to make contact with
King Muscar and tells him of the plot to steal his sceptre, at that moment
being photographed for Professor Alembick in a sealed-off room at the palace.
Tintin is told there is nothing to fear, but when they reach the room...
What I love about this sequence is the dual-track nature of
the suspense. We know there is going to be a crime committed, but wonder how as
Hergé gives us no clue. At the same time, we watch Tintin plead his case to a
dubious king and even go so far as to punch out one of the royal aides, whom
only Tintin knows to be a traitor. So if you are like me, you are rather hoping
when they get to the room, that sceptre will be gone.
Suspense is a neat enough trick for a writer to pull off; here Hergé manages it in both directions!
Suspense is a neat enough trick for a writer to pull off; here Hergé manages it in both directions!
Funny enough, Thomson and Thompson do play a role in helping
unravel the mystery of the missing sceptre. Though they fall short in
demonstrating their theory, bumbling in their typical way, they put Tintin in
the right direction.
Thomson and Thompson do a lot of legwork in King Ottokar’s Sceptre, serving as
Tintin’s helpers both in their home city and in Syldavia. The first time they
appear, Tintin has just found himself with an unconscious body on his doorstep.
Based on past performance, you expect the detectives will simply cuff Tintin
and take him in for questioning. Instead they accept Tintin’s explanation, and soon
after, they are for the first time accompanying him on a high-speed chase,
rather than the ones doing the chasing:
“Get
going! We’re all set…”
“To
be precise: we’re all set!”
Having Messers. T & T on board with the Tintin Express gives
King Ottokar’s Sceptre the lift it
needs to overcome a sluggish beginning, and provides Tintin with needed allies once in
Syldavia. Why the Syldavians call upon the services of foreigners Thomson and
Thompson to solve their missing-sceptre mystery is a mystery in itself, but like
the sceptre law itself, it serves the story.
King
Ottokar’s Sceptre is less enjoyable to me than either of the prior Tintin
adventures. That’s not necessarily a knock on King Ottokar’s Sceptre. The Black
Island, so widely praised, is simply one of the best pure adventures in the series, while The Broken Ear, so often
ignored, is a sprawling, slapstick comedy. This is more a make-work effort, with
Hergé spreading his wings more as artist than author.
But Tintin had come a long way in ten years, as a look at Tintin In The Land Of The Soviets
reveals. Hergé loved British mysteries, and brings a buoyant Hitchcock/Christie sensibility to work here. Even better times lay ahead. If not a standout by itself, King Ottokar’s Sceptre is a pleasant-enough
way station en route to greater adventures.
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