Next Friday's Cupcake is spotlighted in the Fall Books issue of the Village Voice. Noted:
When Marjane Satrapi's first boyfriend invited her on a date to an Austrian "Revolutionary Anarchists' Party," she knew it was love. A child of the Iranian revolution, she gleefully imagined mobs of radicals roaring, "Long live Bakunin!" But when she got to the party, her feelings for her boyfriend "suffered a devastating blow." The so-called revolutionaries were playing tag, listening to Janis Joplin, and grilling sausages.I know what she means, as I once had a friend who was passionate about playing in the local anarchist soccer league. Having always equated anarchists with being mostly occupied by smashing windows at starbucks/the machinery of capitalism, I didn't get the whole weekend soccer thing. Besides, it was never quite clear who was supposed to bring the ball.