フリンジ・コミック 俺の中で眠らないモノ⑥ 「マンガゾンビ」英語版について
以下は、外国人研究者の手を借りて1年前から作成中の英語版「マンガゾンビ」の冒頭部分です。もとの文章がおかしいので、英語もおかしいのですが、ご容赦願います。なんとか今年中には完成して出版にこぎつけたいですね。
MANGA ZOMBIE
To have done with these pre-programmed comics for good
International extended version (prototype)
Preface
Burn manga. Especially Eighties manga on.
Burn these pre-programmed comics that have been churned out ever since manga turned into a business. Burn these bastard things conceived in boardrooms and born as products.
For example, love stories that go on…and oon… and ooon…and oooon.
Burn them. Brave young men winning in the end – yet again, through sheer grit and friendship.
Burn them. ‘Interactive’ stories swinging any way the reader surveys tell them:
Burn. Them. All.
Come out of the grave, manga!
Screaming and streaming blood and sweat, pages spattered with artist’s crazed flesh, manga that grab and throw you deep into the warped and fucked-up pit of the artist’s mind itself. And leave you there.
To live it. And manga, staggering on their very last legs, drawn so the artists could eat one more day.
Come back. All is forgiven.
For me, the manga in this collection are all greats – giants of incredible kitsch and camp. They anaesthetized my mind and took me to another world. They need a bigger audience. They come from another age, when manga was on a par with street performance, not part of any recognized scene. The conditions were extreme. Some of these manga were drawn by people who’d have literally starved if they hadn’t been paid for them that day. Just the fact that they exist is a miracle. Others were made by artists doing their stuff in nameless pulp magazines, and had their series dropped by whatever grubby suits they were dealing with. Maybe the howls of outrage you hear in their work were there long before they put pen to paper. Anyway, their manga are steeped in outrage on every page. Some of these people were even working for fairly respectable outfits, driven by some blind creative urge. The moment they let these urges really rip, they found themselves kicked out far beyond the pale.
Whatever. They’ve all gone to untimely graves. In Japan, you’ll find them buried on the bargain shelves at used bookstores. Or abandoned in the farther reaches of rural attics. Their resale value is: zero. The number of interested buyers is: zero.
In this book, I want to hit back at any idea that these manga are trash, lowbrow fare. I want to defend them from the scorn they’ve been heaped with. And along with the manga themselves, I want to see these artists get the acceptance they richly deserve. It’s my way of trying to put these tortured souls to rest:
MANGA, R.I.P.
PART ONE
FLESHBOMB / EXTREME STYLE
Masami Fukushima
My face nearly burned up when I first came across a series called Nyohanbō (The Rapist Monk). I was seventeen, and still in high school. It was 1974. I was browsing through a magazine whose title – Manga Erotopia – pretty much said it all. Ryusui, the powerful hero of the manga, was carrying a horse on one shoulder and penetrating a slutty princess from one end to the other at the same time. Even I was shocked.
Fukushima Masami was born in Daiseicho in 1948. Daiseicho is a fishing port on the freezing Sea of Okhotsk, and his father was a trawler man. His mother ran off with a lover when he was still a small child, and his father abandoned the family shortly after. The young Fukushima was reared by his brothers, heavy laborers. He gravitated to manga “for the money.” He got his break in a monthly called COM after a frantic period of mailing work around.
By 1967 he was out of school and scraping a living as a sketch artist in Shinjuku, Tokyo, when the manga artist Mori Masaki took him on as an assistant. He also started getting his own work published. It a glance it looks pretty normal. But the signs of his later direction were already there, in his heroes’ expressions – and heavy musculature. And in his slutty heroines. He debuted under his own name in the magazine Kommiku VAN, with Shi no Kōshinkyoku (March of Death).
Slasher Nun (Hitokiri Ama) 1971-74
The Slasher Nun started life as the heroine of a picaresque tale of derring-do, set in the stirring days of the Meiji Period. This was a clamorous age between 1868 and 1912 when feudal Japan opened itself up to western influences, good bad and indifferent. The tale is set just north of Tokyo, in the yakuza mafia underground. The heroine, Onatsu, is abandoned by her Mafioso husband, who wants to further his nefarious career. Justifiably upset, she slashes him to death and, child in tow, embarks on a pious new career of her own – as the death-dealing Slasher Nun. The resulting heady brew graced the pages of the well-known artistic magazine Manga Comic, under the title Hitokiri Ama. This work is technically classified as a gekiga, a genre with higher production values and artistic input per page than a typical manga.
However, this was just the beginning. A run-off version of the manga in book form takes things a stage further. Here, the Slasher Nun sports a three-fingered claw for a right hand, and comes from a hidden community of deformed villagers. Slasher Nun is already developing what we have to hail as the “Masami Touch”: a forceful blend of disturbing women and grotesque villains, a twinning of beauty and cruelty. In his preface to the book, made his declaration: “I only went into manga to make money. The manga is all. The artist doesn’t matter.”
The Rapist Monk (Nyohanbō) 1974-76
Running for three years in the magazine Manga Erotopia, this is Fukushima’s longest work, drawn to the script by Kai Takezawa. The hero is a mysterious monk called Ryusui, battling the powers that be on a personal quest to break through to true Buddhism. He is Brother Ryusui, and always surrounded by many woman.Maybe he is practicing the Diamond Sutra in the true sense of the word. Because he justifies murder if it helps turn his ideals into reality.
Part I is set in the early 1800s. In Japan this was a decadent age. It was clear that the shogun’s regime was starting to crumble. The monk Ryusui walks the land from one end to another spreading poison wherever he goes, in a study of the aesthetic of evil. When corrupt officials try to crush the people’s sexual drives, Ryusui chants the Sutra of the Kannon, Goddess of Mercy and sends the bad guys packing with his supernatural powers.
Part II is set in a prime nerve center of the Japanese erotic imagination – O-oku, or the shogun’s harem, a strictly girls-only space (except for the shogun, of course) in the bowels of Edo Castle. Time has moved on, and the government is now in a state of ever-accelerating collapse. Ryusui makes his entry and takes the fight to the shogun’s chief counselor Ii Naosuke. With the collusion of the grand harem mistress Himekoji, he kills the head counselor and seizes power behind the scenes. However, his real target is Edo Castle itself, and the shogun’s court.
The plot now careers from (kind of) historically accurate to wild fantasy. Two real-life characters appear as fellow-conspirators against the shogun: Saigo Takamori, a fiery samurai radical, and Katsu Kaishū, the shogun’s wily naval commander. Ryusui joins their grouping. (In western terms, this would be something along the lines of the Incredible Hulk teaming up with Jimmy Hoffa and the CIA to assassinate Kennedy.) And together, they do it! The shogunate is overthrown, and the way to a New Japan is opened. At which point Ryusui is confronted with a new enemy – a savage brain-sucking barbarian by the name of Boolliver. They fight. To the death. We last glimpse the victorious Ryusui disappearing into the flaming depths of Edo Castle…
Ryusui comes back to life for Part III, which is set in the late 1800s. Japan is now open and westernizing rapidly, which gives the hero a new set of opponents. Among them is the “Merchant of Death” Yataro Iwasaki, founder of Mitsubishi and famous Thomas Glover..
The finale sees Ryusui back in Tokyo, bent on overthrowing the government yet again. Crashing a waltz gathering of Japan’s new elite at the Rokumeikan dance hall, he faces the ghost of the grand harem mistress Himekoji in the ultimate showdown...
The changeover from feudal to modern Japan was a real event, and a real revolution. The fictional character Ryusui’s ultimate aim is to keep the cycle of revolution spinning until it hits anarchy. Hell opens up all around him on his journey through the story. But it doesn’t feel like a tragedy – more like a heart-stopping dash through great danger to a new world. Created by some earthshaking, chaotic Power. To be continued.
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