Book Review: The Push Man and other stories

Just picked this up along with Abandon The Old In Tokyo the other day. I had completely no knowledge of Tatsumi prior to reading this.  The cover looked interesting enough to me, and at that moment I had some sort of a craving for Japanese-based literature. This book took  me by surprise and was completely different from what I expected.

The Push Man and other stories is a compilation of stories done by Yoshiro Tatsumi in 1969 , brought over to the Western world with the help of editor Adrian Tomine and Drawn and Quarterly.

Tatsumi is widely regarded as the father of modern gekiga (劇画), or “dramatic pictures”. It’s different from regular manga in a sense that it’s targeted toward more mature audiences with consistent adult-based themes. It’s like how graphic novels relate to comics in the western world, where the former is more for adults and the latter – children. The book consists of 16 short stories. By short I mean really short, most of them are 8 pages in length. Thogh succinct and short, the stories in most cases manage to get the idea to the reader. All of the stories center around working class individuals living in Tokyo going through their daily jobs, It provides a brief perspective some jobs that you never knew existed. Some of these stories have underlying themes and meaning behind them . Unfortunately even for my standards, I wasn’t able to understand some of them as how the author had originally intended them to be. Only two of the stories in the book, Who are you? and My Hitler break the 8 page conformity and go well into 20 pages, providing more dialogue and engagement.

The only qualm I had with this book is that it was presented in a Western way where the panels run from left-to-right instead of the traditional Japanese way. That was how the book was originally created and intended to be appreciated, though it might seem like it wouldn’t make an effect, some of the panels had to be re-arranged by Tatsumi for this re-release so that it would make more “sense” in the new orientation. Another thing is that most of these stories usually deal with problems relating to sexual frustration (most of the time) and the woes of the working class in Tokyo. If I was ill informed or a woman, I would have thought Tatsumi to be misogynistic himself, though he later clarifies at the end of the book that these stories are no indication of how he is like as person. The stories usually end of with the woman dead, beaten or killed – if not, the man being abandoned and in a dire state. Another interesting to point out is that all the protagonists in the story are male. Tatsumi did state that he was going through a lot of debt and problems in that point in his life, it was at his point before his career really lifted off. Maybe that’s why he made such grim and witty stories.

It’s really quite hard to describe unless you read them, the storytelling is masterful, gripping and concise. The artwork on the other hand is well-done and really clean, albeit the constant usage of a similar looking and rather expressionless protagonist in every story. Come to think of it, all of his protagonists did have that sort of look of despair. Also, this is actually a compilation of his works in 1969, his first year of work. Which is still pretty good stuff considering it’s more than 40 years old. I’m really looking forward to reading Abandon The Old in Tokyo. For people who want to try something different from the regular graphic novel and have a slight interest in Japanese artwork or literature, give this a go and you’ll be pleasantly surprised.

Alas, the month of May

Hisashiburi-dane! As you might have guessed, I’ve only recently returned from my trip to Tokyo. Spent a good 11 days there, but you know we really spent a lot of it sitting around in cafes, and well, just chilling. Nick isn’t the shopping sort of person unlike me. But well, since we’re together I had to make do with it. It’s been one hell of a ride, an eye opening experience for sure. I don’t know, I feel like I’ve finally found my place and that a higher calling is reaching out to me. I spent a lot of time thinking, of the people whom I met, of the people and life I have back at home. Countless thoughts. Although I’ve been to Japan many times (Tokyo especially), I still managed to have a good time and explore a side of Tokyo that I had never seen before. It’s partially because I’m usually here with my parents and they’re number 1 priority is either shopping or eating. They don’t really like sightseeing all that much.

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Oh sweet April

Forgive me for my previous quasi-emotional outbursts, I am back again. Better than ever. It’s April already and the first week’s about to come to a close. I’ll have much more time on my hands for the next 10 days leading to my exams. Free in the sense that I do not have to bother compiling work and working on 2-man reports anymore, plus I’m not working during this “study break” too. It’s pretty hard to get up and going to the revision, but I do have a plan set already, it’s just that I get distracted a wee bit too much what with TV shows and the internet. Ironically, gaming hasn’t taken that much of that time I should have been spending studying though.

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A wise man once said

“It’s not that I didn’t want her to be happy, or couldn’t give her happiness. How would you react when the person you once spent your life defending and loving, tell you that she has fallen in love with someone else? It almost felt like the world broke apart. Someone stabbed me right in the middle of my heart, and where it lay just an empty abyss of nothingness.

I was only just a friend and nothing else, a good memory. We didn’t end off well, and I thought that perhaps time could heal all wounds and we could get back together like we once did. Time in fact was not kind. She moved on where I found myself rooted, still clinging on to the times we once had. She said she could not do anything else for me; that I had to just forget her and figure it out myself. It’s easy to say, hard to do – especially when you’re on the other end of the table. How could I be happy for her, while I was breaking down inside. Every time I think of her enjoying herself in the embrace of another, a little part of me dies. Of the things that she had promised me so – but failed to deliver – she did with this other guy of hers. It was the ultimate hypocrisy, there she begged me but yet she did everything with him that I had asked her to, was I really that bad and unworthy to receive it?

There’s always another day, she always said. Things would be put on hold, I would be put on hold. There was always something else important, more important than me  Little did we know that those times would ultimately come to an end, why hadn’t she cherished what we had.  Why didn’t I get a chance to experience what could have been.She lied to me, times change as the people do, how could she be that sure that she would deliver what she had said.

I thought I meant something to her, that there would be a reason to cling on. She moved on,  so much as to not even notifying me. But it just seems like, she just didn’t love me as much as I did love her.When we finally met, It was hard asking her to come back, and hearing her say that she didn’t want to hurt the one she currently loved. The last straw came when I found out who it was. The selfishness in people propels them forward to satisfy their own wants and needs. I am unlucky, to be on the brunt of the stick – being torn apart by feelings- of anger, sorrow, hatred, disappointment, anguish, and a general bitter taste in the mouth. She did everything with this person she loved, everything that contradicted what she once believed in, It just made me feel cheated. How could she do this to me? Why did I have to love her so much, sometimes I wish that I hadn’t fallen for her in the first  place.”

- John Bigby

Emotions

Anguish, pain, sorrow, despair; the list can go on.

None of these words can truly express the way I feel.

Sometimes I feel like I’m asphyxiating, in this little bubble of serenity I have created. It’s true when they say that it’s the most painful to see the person you love, love someone else.

What should I do?