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A Chronology of Asterix

Wikipedia helpfully lists all of the Asterix books in the correct chronological order, rather than the one imposed by the publishers. That's good, because there is a clear development in the visual style of the books, and sometimes even the story. For example, the Gauls venture further and further afield over the course of the first few books; in Asterix and the Golden Sickle, Lutetia (Paris) is considered a long and difficult journey—but if you've been reading according to the publisher's order, they have already visited Egypt and Rome by that point. In the same book, Getafix is planning to visit the annual conference of the druids; the next book, Asterix and the Goths, is concerned with his kidnapping at that conference. The publisher's order inserts a volume between those two books, thus breaking the story continuity.

But what Wikipedia doesn't include are the various short stories—compiled in Asterix and the Class Act—in a chronology with the main books, which would be useful for anyone wishing to read the everything in the original order. So here's one, correct as far as I can make out from both the English and French Wikipedia sites. Short stories are shown in italics; books are shown in bold.
1. Asterix the Gaul (1959-60)
2. Asterix and the Golden Sickle (1960-61)
3. Asterix and the Goths (1961-62)
4. Asterix the Gladiator (1962)
- i. Birth of an Idea (1962)
- ii. Obelix's Family Tree (1963)
5. Asterix and the Banquet (1963)
6. Asterix and Cleopatra (1963-64)
- iii. Press Conference (1964)
7. Asterix and the Big Fight (1964-65)
- iv. How Obelix Fell into the Magic Potion When he was a Little Boy (1965)
8. Asterix in Britain (1965-66)
- v. Springtime In Gaul (1966)
9. Asterix and the Normans (1966)
- vi. Asterix and the Class Act (1966)
10. Asterix the Legionary (1966-67)
11. Asterix and the Chieftain's Shield (1967)
- vii. For Gaul Lang Syne (1967)
12. Asterix at the Olympic Games (1968)
- ix. The Mascot (1968)
13. Asterix and the Cauldron (1968-69)
14. Asterix in Spain (1969)
- x. Asterix as you've never seen him (1969)
15. Asterix and the Roman Agent (1970)
16. Asterix in Switzerland (1970)
17. The Mansions of the Gods (1971)
18. Asterix and the Laurel Wreath (1971-72)
- xi. Mini Midi Maxi (1971)
19. Asterix and the Soothsayer (1972)
- xii. Latinamania (1973)
20. Asterix in Corsica (1973)
21. Asterix and Caesar's Gift (1974)
22. Asterix and the Great Crossing (1975)
23. Obelix and Co. (1976)
- xiii. In 50 BC (1977)
24. Asterix in Belgium (1979)
25. Asterix and the Great Divide (1980)
26. Asterix and the Black Gold (1981)
27. Asterix and Son (1983)
- xiv. The Lutetia Olympics (1986)
28. Asterix and the Magic Carpet (1987)
29. Asterix and the Secret Weapon (1991)
- xv. Birth of Asterix (1994)
30. Asterix and Obelix All at Sea (1996)
31. Asterix and the Actress (2001)
[32. Asterix and the Class Act (2003)]
- xvi. Chanticleerix (2003)
- xvii. Obelix: As Simple as ABC (2004)
33. Asterix and the Falling Sky (2005)
NOTES:
  • Dates are according to first publication; for books 1 to 20, the date is based on the serialisation in Pilote.
  • It seems that Obelix's Family Tree was published in parallel with Asterix and the Banquet.
  • The text of How Obelix Fell into the Magic Potion When he was a Little Boy was originally published in Pilote in 1965; the book currently available was first published in 1989 and includes new artwork.
  • The story Obelix: As Simple as ABC is included in some newer editions of Asterix and the Class Act compilation volume.
Well, I think that's everything...


A drunken name

So there I am with my girlfriend on the station at Naumburg, and I am accosted by an amiable drunk who seems fascinated by the fact I’m English. Fine, whatever, discreetly move to a carriage further up the train when it arrives. But my friend is now moving along the train, and eventually settles not far away, talking to the Russian woman opposite him. I should note at this point that he seems perfectly capable of speaking several languages, and well. Noticing me again, he takes a renewed interest, and proceeds to offer me wisdom relating to a number of issues. First of all, German is a very important language, as so many other European languages are derived from it, and German women are tall.

Next, he tells me that German women are dangerous because they just want a man with a well-paid and steady job. Finally, just before he leaves the train, he tells me that he has just decided on the name of the first son that my girlfriend and I will have together.

Winston Aurelius Maximilian.

The Waiting

Today was a day of Waiting.

Waiting for a package is a nightmare for me. I got notification from Amazon two days ago that the thing had been sent. So it is possible that it will turn up today; and so my entire day revolves around the wait. I can’t go to the corner shop and get a pizza, in case the post comes while I’m out (no bad thing, actually, because I had a vegetables and pasta instead). The day went through, I think, four distinct phases:

8:00 - 10:00 Breakfast. No way the post will come that early, but the anticipation starts mounting.

10:00 - 12:00 Too early, but possible: I hear an engine in the street, and I almost leap to my feet; but then I look at the clock and remind myself that it is still too early.

12:00 - 14:00 Optimal time. Every vehicle which passes could be the post, and the number of times I stop whatever I’m doing and listen intently before sidling over to the window to check is ridiculous. At one point I even go downstairs to ostensibly check the postbox - well, perhaps the bell has broken overnight, and the postman (it’s usually a man) has left a card saying I can collect the package from the station. I leave the door to the hall open, so that the postman can come inside and call, which he’s been known to do.

14:00 - 16:00 Cooling off. I have to go to work at 16:00, so if the post hasn’t arrived by then, I won’t get the package before tomorrow, even if he does leave a card. So during this period I brace myself for the inevitable disappointment of not getting the goodies, having spent an entire day waiting with baited breath.

Then, suddenly, at 15:55 - I’m about to put my shoes on - the doorbell rings. I leap to my feet, grab the keys, and hurtle down three flights of stairs. I can see the postman through the glass; I open the door, and see he’s holding a package from Amazon - and he says:

"Can you take this for the guy on the bottom floor?"

Oh well, tomorrow is another day. I can’t wait.

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