· Posted: 26 May 2007 05:54 · Edited by: sliat_1981
You say I write like a freshman girl. I do not know what a freshman is (how can someone be called a freshMAN and still be female?). You seem to have a prejudice against America and girls as you have suggested that I write like them there is something wrong with them. Shame on you. I don't see any of my post that would suggest what sex I am or what nationality I am.
As for the book, I'm sure when he asked for permission he did not mention the perverted scenes he would put in it. You think it's "modern art" do you? Well I'll quote the paragraph in the novel that made me most angry.
But now, cher maitre, here in these enchanted Inca mountains, a new life seems coming. Starting and wholly new these sensations and feelings. Each hour I discover a change, a deepening of my voice, an increase in height. Yesterday, I'm embarrassed to speak so plainly, I woke up in bed to find my penis stiff and tall, rising up like a pole, and I rotated it against the cloth sheet. How good it felt at the root and the top.
At this point I stopped reading and disgustedly threw the book against my wall. It is totally ruining my image of Tintin. I don't want to read about his penis. Who would want to read about that? Art? I don't see much art that talks about erections and masturbating.
Another quote of page 211:
To wake up in the morning in our broad bed, under Egyptian sheets; to start our hearts to beat in lovemaking.
Again, I don't want to picture Tintin having sex. This is utter crap.
An even worse quote is what the woman who has had sex with him is thinking on page 216:
Clavdia felt herself soften, opening to him as a mother would to her own child; she would press him to her breast, stroke him, call him sweet names, she would take him back to the hotel, bathe and feed him, undress and make love to him,
Like a mother to her own child? I don't think Mothers make love to their own children and I'm not sure about others, but my mum did not push me into her boobs to comfort me. That's really off-putting.
Then on page 217, he is upset, then somehow the ground (yes, that's right, the ground) starts talking to him. It says things like:
I've been a regular sex mattress for a couple of million years. Everything's made it here, snakes, jaguars, rabbits, snails 'n' zillion tons a humans, all plowing away like there's no tomorrow.
Well, ain't that tough? Whatta you gonna do, piss on me?
Then later this crude talking ground gives him a piece of advice for life.
If you call this art, I would like to know what you consider garbage.
Herge did not want anyone to continue Tintin after him. Tuten didn't want anyone to continue Tintin after HIM. But he thought of a better way to do it, by killing off a much-loved character, that wasn't even his creation.
Born: 1929 to a great artist, Herge.
Died: 1992 (suicide, for no apparent reason) because of some loser called, Frederic Tuten.
Thanks Tuten! Thanks for killing off our much loved character, Tintin. I mean, its bad enough you killed him, but not even to have him die saving someone or by one of his villains. To have someone who had got out of danger countless times, been through dangers all over the world, commit suicide by jumping in a river! Bravo!