Red Is My Heart introduces us to the forsaken, brokenhearted lover left behind. At the outset, he writes a letter to his lost love but makes up an address so it is forever undelivered. Her memory haunts him while he haunts the places they went together. He thinks of her constantly and at times, he approaches the line between brokenhearted obsession and creepy stalker territory. I mean, he does go to her apartment building while she is not there. That’s crossing a line.

The narrative is arranged like poetry around and juxtaposed with red, white, and black sketches by Le Sonneur who is described as the French Banksy. I think that’s a poor comparison as the pictures are far more poignant and emotionally rich.

The combination of Laurain’s words with Le Sonneur’s art is a powerful exploration of grief, loss, and acceptance. There is a thread of self-effacing humor and compassion that keeps the narrative from getting creepy and bitter. There is a synergy between the text and the art that creates something more meaningful and richer than the two constituent parts. The art is wonderful. The narrative is meaningful. Together there are subline.

I received an ARC of Red Is My Heart from the publisher.