Akane Torikai · Japanese · Nonfiction

Konseiki Saidai no Rifujin: Torikai Akane

It’s a weird thing to read a memoir by a friend. Like, is it really okay for me to know this much about you? Obviously, they are telling the whole world by putting it in book form, but the whole world are strangers, and as anyone who has ever tended bar can attest, it’s far easier to unburden yourself to strangers. The strangers will read your memoir and take what they want from it, and none of that will ever come back around to you, the author of said memoir. Except maybe in the form of reviews, but you don’t have to read those. (And you are probably going to have a better mental health day if you do not read them.) But your friends, they’re going to read your memoir and then sit down across from you at lunch. They are going to have personalized feelings about your feelings and experiences.

In this particular case, the friend is Torikai Akane and the memoir is actually her second one. Her first memoir is a diary-style record of her developing relationship with fellow manga artist Inio Asano. Which dovetails neatly with Konseiki, which is at least in part about the dissolution of that relationship. But in the broader context of the absurdity of Japanese law and societal norms when it comes to the institution of marriage itself. The title literally translates to “the greatest absurdity of the century”, with the subtitle “But I still wanted to get married anyway.”

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Japanese · manga · Nonfiction · shojo · Tomiyama Yukiko

Shojo Manga no Busaiku Joshiko: Tomiyama Yukiko

One of the best opening lines of a novel/la I’ve ever read is the start of Nishi Kanako’s Kiriko ni Tsuite: きりこは、ぶすである。Or in translation: Kiriko was fugly. The next several paragraphs detail just who would find Kiriko fugly, what exactly made her that way, and what she and her parents thought of her physical appearance. I read the book for secret work purposes a few years ago (no, I am not translating it), so I couldn’t really write about it then. But Nishi’s discussion of the schoolground taunt of busu/busaiku stuck with me. Never having been a child in Japan, the word doesn’t quite have the same sting for me, so it was interesting to dig deep into the nuances of what does and does not constitute “busu”, and see this character Kiriko turn it all upside down in surprising ways. (There is also a possibly magical cat of great intelligence in this book. You honestly cannot go wrong reading it.)

So when Busaiku Joshiko popped up in the online bookstore algorithm (honto.jp, which no longer sells physical books much to my chagrin) when I was locked out of Japan in the early years of the pandemic, my immediate response was Yes. What’s going on with the ugly girls in manga? I want to know! The question on the obi also resonated with me—why are there no ugly heroines in shojo manga??

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Boys' Love · Comics · Fantasy · Fiction · Horror · Japanese · Kanako Nishi · manga · Nonfiction · Science Fiction · Short stories

2023: It Happened

Can you believe it? We made it. We’re here at the end of another tumultuous year of plague, still standing. Mostly. The plague part feels less uncertain and chaotic than it did during the “time is a flat circle” period when the future seemed impossibly distant, and Japan was refusing to let me come hang out (a personal slight from which I may never recover). But a little over a year ago, they were like, yeah, sure, I guess you non-Japanese can enter the country again even though you totally ruin everything. And so I spent half of 2023 on that side of the ocean, enjoying a winter of cosplaying at winter (no one needs a Canada Goose coat in Tokyo and yet so many people have them!) and sweating out all my bodily fluids and then some during what I think was the hottest summer on record.

Naturally, whatever side of the ocean I was on, my brain never once quailed in the face of its never-ending battle with the books. Which you probably know already, unless this is the first post you’ve ever read here. (In which case, hello, new reader! Welcome! There are twelve years of archives for you to enjoy!) But what you may not know is that I don’t write about every book I read. Part of that is I only write about things I think are fun or interesting in some way because shining a light on the good stuff is way more rewarding than crapping on the bad stuff. But I am also a busy translator (have you seen my publication list? I have no work-life balance), and sometimes, a deadline gets in the way of me talking up a book I really loved. So now seemed like a good time to pick up a few of those books and give them the love they deserve. Maybe this will become a new tradition? It’s hard to say since I’m notoriously forgetful. But for this one year, it can be a thing we all enjoy! 

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Anniversary · Fiction · manga · Nonfiction · Science Fiction

Random Anniversary 7: My Brain

The plague continues, but the journal, comprising a finite number of pages, must necessarily end! And end it has, in just under two years. In my defense, it was a thick notebook I chose for this journal—I was not neglecting my writing duties. Not when I had so much to write about! Freedom at last from house arrest in Canada! Triumphant return to Japanese bookstores! A surprise upgrade to business class on a flight to Tokyo! Seeing my translations projected onto the wall of the National Gallery! Seeing actual, original Sailor Moon art in person for reals! So many good conversations with great friends over amazing vegan lunches! A lot has happened in these almost-two-years, my friends. 

I also lost a chunk of one of my teeth, got some hot new glasses, went to kabuki for the first time in years, lived through too many blizzards, saw Creed III and got my hopes up for the next Rocky cycle in which Adonis’s Deaf daughter takes up the boxing mantle and kicks a whole lot of ass (I assume), and got recognized by many people in the extremely niche area of manga-related events. I’m micro famous, friends!

One very cool thing that happened in my world of micro fame is that the book that I’ve been working on for the last few years was finally released, and it’s getting rave reviews. It was even been long-listed for a very prestigious prize! Another book I’ve long championed by someone who has become a friend over the years is being serialized by some other friends right now and is going to be released as a whole book next year. And I recently got some very good news about a project I’ve been working on for a very long time. (Don’t worry, I’ll be screaming it from the rooftops the second the ink is dry on the contracts.) It’s all pretty exciting! 

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English · LGBTQ+ · Nonfiction · Shon Faye

The Transgender Issue: Shon Faye

I really wish this book didn’t need to be written, and I didn’t need to be writing about it. But here we are in TERFacist 2023 when a whole lot of people are determined to drag us all into some evil pit of 1950s gender conformity, steal our legal rights, and get some of us killed along the way. So I need to preface this discussion with a few points: trans rights are human rights, trans people are people, and if you come in here with any of your transvestigator garbage, I will block you so hard, you’ll feel a punch in the face through your computer screen. Stop fixating on what people have in their pants, you weirdo.

Okay, now that the TERFs are gone, let’s talk about Faye’s impressive debut work. I actually heard about it through Japanese Twitter, because apparently this is what being bicultural means. The translation into Japanese popped up in my timeline, and at first, I was like, oh cool! Japanese book on trans rights, I should get that. But then I poked around a little more and discovered that it was an English book on trans rights that came out a few months before, and I was surprised that none of you told me about it. I mean, come on. Queer, intersectional, civil rights, anti-patriarchal, abolitionist, and anti-capitalist? With labour rights added in for extra flavour? The only way a non-fiction book could be more extremely my jam is if it included a chapter on why translators should have their names on the covers of their books. (Takai Yutori does indeed have their name on the cover of their Japanese translation, so maybe that counts?)

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Kohara Takeshi · Nonfiction

Ryukyu Kitan Bebeku no Noroi: Kohara Takeshi

Have you been to Okinawa? If not, I recommend it. But not in the summer. You will melt. The winter, though! Just when temperatures are dropping in Tokyo, the weather is extremely fine in Naha, and you may even have to take off your spring jacket because it is actually hot. They also have these fried dough balls called sata andagi, and it’s a good thing I don’t live in Okinawa because I would make myself sick on those things pretty much every day. 

I did get to stuff those fried bits of dough into my face for the first time in years this past December when I joined my extremely awesome comics friends to go and interview esteemed manga artist Higa Susumu for this book we’re putting out. (Did you know we’re putting out a book?? You can pre-order it, and you honestly should. I know I’m biased as the translator, but dang! It’s beautiful and heartbreaking and magnificent, and the folks at Fantagraphics put it together in the most gorgeous package. Please buy my translation baby! I promise it will change your life.) (Okay, I can’t promise that. I don’t know you. I don’t know what you’re going through. I do know that a good book will make whatever you’re going through better, so just go get it already.) It was a treat to escape Tokyo, bask in the Okinawan sun, hang out with good friends, and enjoy Higa’s incredible hospitality. (The man isn’t entirely sure about vegetarianism, but he will make sure you go home stuffed nonetheless.)

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Japanese · josei · manga · Nonfiction · Sachiko Takeuchi

Ikemen ni Aenai Ima, Watashitachi Do Ikiru Ka: Takeuchi Sachiko

Three years into this whole pandemic, we are still finding our footing, learning what has changed in our worlds, and how to navigate those changes, how to be a part of the world without getting the dread Covid. And sure, we got our vaccines and our boosters and our flu shots while we were at it (you did get your shots, didn’t you?? If not, take a minute to schedule some vaccines before you read on), but as great as all those shots are, they can’t completely alleviate the anxiety of catching a new (it only entered the human population three years ago, that is still new in my eyes) disease that could potentially mess you up in all kinds of unknown ways. 

So the extremely great thing about being back in Japan is that everyone is wearing a mask. All the time! Everywhere! After many months in Canada of being one of the only people masked up, this feels very comforting and definitely makes being indoors less risky. People are so masked up here that the Japanese government has been actively telling them that you really don’t need to mask up outside, the science is quite clear on that one. But even outside, ninety percent of the people I see are wearing masks, and I am one hundred percent okay with this. The mask industry has responded to the demand, and there are all kinds of styles and colours of masks now where the default used to be those white pleated ones. 

With this kind of constant visual reminder of the pandemic, it’s no surprise that manga is also incorporating Covid into its pages in real ways now. When something is so omnipresent in daily life, the lack of it in fiction can make the work feel like fantasy or something from an alternative universe. In her latest in the chasing hot guys saga, Takeuchi frequently omits drawing the masks, but every time she does, she makes a note that they were actually wearing masks during the scenes depicted; she is only leaving them out for artistic license. And every chapter of Ikemen ni Aenai takes place after the start of the pandemic, so there are indeed masks galore. As Takeuchi herself notes in the prologue, this is truly a book of and about the pandemic. 

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Akane Torikai · Japanese · josei · Nonfiction

Manga Mitaina Koi Kudasai: Torikai Akane

My brain has not abandoned you! Nor the books it so valiantly battles! It’s just been too busy battling a whole bunch of other things for the last little while. It turns out that adding teaching to an already full translation schedule will give a busy translator a very intimate understanding of the phrase “run ragged”. And if you add coordination of Japanese guests for the triumphant in-person return of a certain beloved comics festival, well, you can see how there would be no time left to get into the ring with any books at all. 

But the (most pressing) translation deadlines have been met, the (most recent) assignments have been marked, and the (most intriguing) TCAF guest has been interpreted for, so it’s time to get back to doing what my brain does best: books! And why not a book by the guest that I was interpreting for this past weekend, Torikai Akane? Because I haven’t read a book by anyone else in nearly a month. That is how the interpreting game goes. I’ve said it before, but when I interpret for someone, I basically become their best stalker. I watch and listen to every interview I can get my hands on (this conversation in French and Japanese was my favourite this go-round), I read all the interpretee’s books, watch all their movies, listen to their podcasts dig up their old LiveJournal posts, find their alt accounts—whatever it takes to make the interpreting experience seamless. 

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Japanese · Nonfiction · Tabusa Eiko

Hito no Sex o Minagara Kangaeta: Tabusa Eiko

The great thing about having feminist book nerd friends is that they will recommend great books to you that you maybe would never have encountered on your own. The bad part of this is that you probably already have a mountain of books waiting to be read and so their recommendations end up joining the pile and cause you to feel even guiltier about all those books you haven’t read and why do you keep buying books when you have so many that you’re not even reading. I apologize to all the neglected books in my shelves of unread books. I promise you your time will come.

Like it did for Hito no Sex! Originally published in 2015 under the title Otoko Shika Ikenai Basho ni Onna ga Ikimashita, it was given a new title and a shiny afterword when it was published in bunko format in 2015, and then an even shinier afterword was tacked onto all of that with the reprint in 2019, which is the copy I have. I’m really glad for that last extra afterword because it addresses some of the ways the world has changed since she wrote the book, long before the #MeToo movement began and we started to see powerful men actually face consequences for harassing and abusing women. 

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Anniversary · Brain · Fiction · manga · Nonfiction

Random Anniversary 6: My Brain

Let’s celebrate the passing of an arbitrary amount of time! The pages of another journal are full, and it’s time to reflect on the contents of those pages and the many books I read while filling them. This is the first journal of my life in which every entry was written in the same place: the table that doubles as my sitting desk in my sunny Toronto home, with a scant few entries written on the turquoise metal table that adorns my balcony. Having spent my entire life on the move (base brats unite!), it is an especially peculiar feeling to stay in a single location for over a year, something I have literally not done once in my adult life. 

While I have enjoyed being close to all my books and picking through my shelves whenever I had the sudden urge to read a particular paragraph in an old favourite, I am definitely ready to hand the keys to this flat over to a friend, ask them to water my (now many) plants, and take off for parts unknown. Or even better—parts known! I’m ready to come back, Japan. I know you think I am the reason for the plague, together with everyone else on this planet who is not Japanese. But I hope you will let me cross your borders soon, so I can at least collect my things from my Tokyo apartment, including the precious treasure I acquired the last time I stood on your shores: my What Did You Eat Yesterday apron. 

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