The detectives don't know what to say... a blast? What's that supposed to mean? As Polza tries to explain what the English word for blast means, and what it makes him go through, the detectives scratch their heads. It's this crackling in Polza's head, the terrible sound of the breaking of bones, when different air pressures from two sides come together and you are squeezed in between, or at least your head is and then your skull feels like it's sucked out and then suddenly you feel like a newborn levitating through the air having visions of a giant Moai and seeing a world without any morals. It sounds completely insane! But is Polza really insane? Or is he pretending to be? He speaks in such a poetic, philosophic manner that you start to think that maybe he is not that monster capable of killing a lady in cold blood. But what could his motive be?
The detectives decide to let Polza talk, hoping to discover more about other crimes he might have committed or witnessed. After his first blast he wants to experience it again, trying to recreate the same atmosphere he was in when he had his first blast. The blast made him take a non-conformist approach to life. When he needs more time than just a minute, he just takes that extra time. Polza starts to live on the streets without any structure in search of another blast. No structure in life though is generally not the best idea for someone who hates himself, who is psychotic and unstable. From the streets he moves to the forest, he breaks into houses, finds himself being taken care of by strangers after having been abused, becomes friends with a drug dealer, taking him deeper and deeper into problems that become unsolvable. Or is this life he chose the way to his desired solution? A way out of life?
I hope you won't feel too depressed reading this review, because the book will make you feel even more depressed! Larcenet must really hate Polza, what he makes him go through is a life you don't wish upon your worst enemy. A life filled with alcoholism, drug abuse and obesity are just some examples that scratch the surface of the complexity of Polza's life.
It's quite incredible how Larcenet created this graphic novel. The story is told merely by Polza being interviewed by the two detectives. Polza only moves between the interrogation room and his cell a few times in the course of the three volumes I read. But it's Larcenet's ability to tell a moving, gut wrenching, punch in the face story that makes it not matter from where it's told. It's also fascinating that after 3 volumes and over 600 pages we still don't know how and why Polza killed Claire Oudinot. And it doesn't matter! It's the emotional journey Larcenet is taking us on through Polza's life story and inner workings that keeps us at the edge of our seat and where at moments we even lose the main plot. But that doesn't matter! It's that good!
So in conclusion if you liked the aspects of self discovery and loneliness of Into The Wild and want to experience a story that takes you by the cojones, put the Into The Wild soundtrack on repeat, or more specifically the song Long Nights and let Larcenet take you on a journey you will not forget.