February 2nd, 2010

youkai hakkai from kagenami

Even a Worm

Being now in possession of Saiyuki Reload 9, I commence a reread of that sprawling saga cum trip down Memory Lane, Even a Worm. (Japanese mangaka, repositories of forgotten English. The old saying is 'even a worm will turn', which I had forgotten in favour of whoever's 'it's a long worm that has no turning.' Google would have me believe it's from Beau Geste. Google steals author's rights, their argument is invalid.)

And for the first half of vol 4 (fast skim through the later Burial arc) I was convinced I'd forgotten how to read shounen manga, because I was flailing about trying to make sense of the dialogue. Then I found my feet and zipped along at a happy clip, Kyoto-ben or no Kyoto-ben. Shounen really does read faster than shoujo, on account of half of any dialogue bubble is male noise empty of intellectual (as opposed to emotional) content (and what're the technical terms for those two things anyway?) There are few dispensable parts to female Japanese dialogue, at least not when one reads Ima Ichiko. BL may be different.
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happy cat

And the little one said

I play online solitaire. Besetting sin. (Hereditary besetting sin. My grandfather and my mother and my aunt and my younger brother were/ are all solitaire fiends. The online part that means you never have to shuffle a deck is just a godsend.) There are ads, of course, including fund-raising ones for memorial Olympic coffee mugs.

Can't get over the blurb that goes 'Roll over to support our teams!'