Martin Pebble (Phaidon, 2006; first published in French, 1969)
by Jean-Jacques Sempé
I love this book.
I love the type on the cover.
I love the yellow.
I love the shape and the size and the story.
I love Martin Pebble.
(I picked this up on a recent trip to Once Upon a Time in Montrose, CA, which is exactly why shopping in stores is the greatest thing. I had to touch this thing to believe it, and I might not have seen this thing if it weren’t for the bookseller. Bookstores are like story petting zoos and museums that don’t give you the stinkeye if you get too close to the art.)
(Something like that.)
But poor Martin Pebble.
Martin Pebble could have been a happy little boy, like many other children. But, sad to say . . . he had something that was rather unusual the matter with him:
he kept blushing. Martin Pebble blushes for all the usual reasons and for no reason at all. The brilliance of Sempé’s color here is hard to miss. Black and white line work contains the red of Martin’s face, and that red occasionally extends to the text as well.
Martin is in a pickle. He’s tiny and nearly lost on the page save for his giveaway condition.
He dreamed of fitting in. But he always stood out. Then comes a series of sneezes, some very loud A T I S H O O s, and there he is.
Roddy Rackett, the new neighbor. When the story changes, and the hardships knock at the door, Sempé doesn’t just use the suspense of a page turn. He stops the story cold. Roddy Rackett’s family moves away.
When you are a boy, and when you are made normal in the quirks of another, you never really forget about it. You think about A T I S H O O s while you are doing grownup things like riding taxis and elevators. Sometimes things get back to normal. I won’t spoil past that pink-lettered page.
Sempé himself sounds like a storybook character. He sold tooth powder door-to-door salesman! Delivered wine by bicycle! (More here.)
Click here for some of Sempé’s covers for The New Yorker. Lovely.
And this Pinterest board is a feast for the eyes, too. Enjoy!