Like Mushishi, it feels like a conflation: 18th century elements grafted on to 20th. Mushishi is pure Edo in anything I can identify, except for Ginko himself and his button shirts and his cigarettes. Is why one thinks Mushishi happens in Meiji, because the countryside was still Edo but people did occasionally wear western clothes. But really it happens in the mythical Japan of jidai geki TV shows crossed with tourism ads that play on the furusato-longing theme. (Sun settting behind deeply wooded hills, views of thatched farmhouses and rice paddies, bento boxes with soba noodles and bright pink fish paste, plangent flute music or something sentimental from Meiji.)
Like Mushishi, it feels like a conflation: 18th century elements grafted on to 20th. Mushishi is pure Edo in anything I can identify, except for Ginko himself and his button shirts and his cigarettes. Is why one thinks Mushishi happens in Meiji, because the countryside was still Edo but people did occasionally wear western clothes. But really it happens in the mythical Japan of jidai geki TV shows crossed with tourism ads that play on the furusato-longing theme. (Sun settting behind deeply wooded hills, views of thatched farmhouses and rice paddies, bento boxes with soba noodles and bright pink fish paste, plangent flute music or something sentimental from Meiji.)
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Cool, grey, autumnal. Foretaste of the reward one gets for living through August. Apparently after age sixty-five you're supposed to hold stretches…
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There was a kids' magazine in the 60s called Jack and Jill. May still be around, for all I know. What I remember of it is the stories about Baba Yaga…
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I hate when my technology starts playing silly buggers. Was at the desktop this morning, everything fine, paused to glance at my phone, and suddenly…
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