by Rutu Modan
An autobiographical account of a young Israeli woman, Mica, who accompanies her grandmother Regina on a trip to Warsaw to claim the family property lost during the Second World War. But the trip takes a difficult detour into the past as family secrets are revealed. The Guardian writes:
Her drawings are fantastically expressive, with the result that her characters are as many-layered as those you’ll find among the pages of a traditional novel. She is witty and wise, cool-headed in a world of feverish opinions. Most impressive of all, though, is her technique when it comes to matters of pace and deep emotion. Early on, for instance, Regina prepares herself for an important encounter. Modan does not tell us who she is about to meet, but we register its looming weight thanks to a series of wordless panels. We watch the old woman slowly apply her lipstick, pat her collar, put on her earrings. She looks proud, even tough. But then there comes a final frame in which her mirror face briefly dissolves, and we suddenly grasp the reality. Behind all that pressed powder, she is still a girl, really: vulnerable and trembling inside.