Marx would have loved his new graphic novel – which puts the fun back into his great political work.
Karl Marx and I go back a long way.
Like a lot of children growing up in the 1960s I was obsessed with the Soviet Union and its unreachable otherness.
What’s more my father had actually been there to attend scientific symposia.
I have a clear memory – aged about six – of standing in our back garden and him saying to me: ‘What do you mean you don’t know who Karl Marx is?’
I replied rather tearfully: ‘But I know who Lenin is’.
As I grew older the obsession continued.
At about 15 I finally read The Communist Manifesto and it made complete sense.
I instantly got the Dialectic – the inexorable tectonic grindings of All History Hitherto – the Class Conflict and all the stuff about the inevitability of the ultimate victory of the downtrodden over their oppressors.
Moreover in its compelling combination of reason and romanticism I was entranced not only by the manifesto’s universal scope but also its playfulness.
Parts of it are very funny.