…but Satrapi, author of the excellent Persepolis,
director of the animated film of the same title, and creator of the
criminally underrated Chicken with Plums, has
single-handedly brought comics to the book-club set without
condescending to write a Kite Runner–style crapfest. This
is less a reading than a free-form chat, and Satrapi is a
raconteur, funny and engaging and everything you wouldn’t expect a
comic-book artist to be. It’s the worst case of Betty-or-Veronica
syndrome ever. (Moore, 1932 Second Ave, 467-5510. 7:30 pm,
$25–$32.)