Has it already been a full journal? The time really does run away like wild horses over the hills. This book is adorned with Hattifatteners, so I was particularly sad to reach the final pages in a Singapore cafe, but such is the way of the journal. At the start of every new book, we know that it must end someday, no matter how cute the characters plastered across the cover. (Cue “Circle of Life” chorus.)
The Hattifatteners have watched over me as I went to see them dancing across the page under the pen of Tove Jansson herself, or skipped off to witness the delights of Mad Max not once, not twice, but thrice. (And I just ran across the DVD at Bic Camera today, so you know what I will be watching again soon.) Those weird little white mushroom marshmallow creatures joined me on cat island where a lot of old people spoke to me in some serious dialect and I tried to follow along as best as I could. Trips to Tokyo, Osaka, cat island, Singapore, Tottori, Shimane, Izumo, Kamakura, Nara. The delights of new vegetarian restaurants in many of those places. Seeing one of my favourite bands both in Toronto and Osaka. Even the theatre on both this side and the Canada side of the ocean. Those Hattifatteners have seen me through some things. Continue reading
Deadlines! You guys, my deadlines are murdering me right now. I am working on a lot of really great things! That I can’t talk about yet! So you’ll just have to trust me when I say they are awesome and I am excited for you to get to read them. I’m also getting ready for my annual pilgrimage to the mecca of manga, which means I have even less time for chattering about all the books my brain is battling. (Don’t worry though, I always make time for my brain to actually battle the books. The books on the shelf of unread books won’t read themselves.) So why not listen to what my brain has to say about translating? I am “starring” in an interview over at Tofugu (and can I just say how much I love that title? It makes the whole thing sound super cute. Especially with the adorable illustration they did of me. Cute explosion!), so go read that. And hopefully, my brain will have new words about new books again next week.
TCAF is upon us! That magical time of year when artists from all over the world descend on Toronto to make our lives better with new books! So no time for battling books this week; my brain and I are too busy battling authors! Including Japanese guests Moyoco Anno, est em, and Akira Himekawa! All the fun is here! So come say hi and if you can’t make it all the way to Canada for your comics fun, then check out this interview I did with est em over at the Comics Journal. But be warned: It is very long!
Another arbitrary amount of time, gone by in the blink of an eye! I continue to get older at a surprising pace! And I document this in a thing called a journal! Thoughts, feelings, occurrences, situations, circumstances–all of it ends up on a page at some point! Those pages build up and build up until I have a ridiculous number of pages inscribed with years and years of circumstances and occurrences stuffed in the back of a closet somewhere because what am I supposed to do with them!
Yes, it’s time to celebrate again the completion of another book, another tiny tome of my scribbly script, this one from July 2012 right up until April 2014. Some of the incidents documented therein include seeing Upstream Color for the first, second, third, and fourth times (I know I don’t usually write about movies here, but seriously, you should watch that movie. It’s really good), two lengthy trips to Japan (mostly Tokyo interspersed with jaunts around the Kanto region and brief trips to Kansai, Hokkaido, and Okinawa), walking the red carpet at TIFF (as an interpreter for what was probably the easiest money I’ve ever made interpreting), getting my heart broken by three baby cats, and of course, reading books. Reading lots and lots of books.
And as with every little notebook my brain fills with scribbles, I kept a list of every one of those books (except for the ones I forgot to write down because I am a numbskull). So in celebration of this randomly occurring special day, I present that list to you here (in addition to changing the look of the whole place!). Like the last random anniversary, links to any that my brain tackled publicly here are included and the key for the secret codes following each title is right here. Continue reading
Like all good things, the 801 Manga Moveable Feast must come to an end. And with it ends our sharing of favourites (but if you want to hear my actual voice talking about some of these favourites, head over to Otaku Champloo for the first ever Fujojocast). Thanks to everyone who shared both in the comments and by email! Now I have some new fun things to read. It was tough picking a winner to receive a glorious package of Japanese R18 doujinshi, but in the end, I had to go with the wonderfully thorough descriptions sent in by Jennifer about her favourite BL Tomoko Yamashita’s I Want a Love Story. I mean, don’t you want to read the book after reading this:
It’s an anthology of a variety of stories, most of them about beginnings of relationships – awkwardly confessing to a friend; awkwardly confessing to that seemingly straight-laced salesman, who turns out to be into BDSM; the awkwardness of having sex with someone for the first time. The titular story takes up the most space. A man confesses to his best friend, and is surprised when his feelings are returned. How do you convert a relationship from friendship into something more? Continue reading
Last year, in honour of 801 Day, I posted this interview I did a couple years ago with est em. Since I did not interview another incredible BL artist this year, there is no way I’ll be able to top that (although I am working on it! Surprises in store, fujos!). But that doesn’t mean I can’t celebrate this glorious day of perversion (a day after the fact!) and the extended celebration that is the 801 Moveable Manga Feast with all of you out there in Boys’ Love Town!
Because, you know, I live in Boys’ Love Town. As a manga translator, Boys’ Love is literally my day job. (Before setting down to write this, I was translating a rather heated moment between two rather heated men.) And as a translator of the fujoshi variety, I have read a *laht* of BL. The shelves of my office bookcase are stuffed with all kinds of BL with all kinds of kinks, from incest (I will never get on board with that one) to glasses (but yes to this one!) to reversible (and this one!), many of which I have translated into English for you monolingual fujoshi/danshi. Some have been boring, a few have been honestly awful, most are just run-of-the-mill type stories that I forget the second I’m done the translation, but a few have been really great and stuck with me, long after the project was finished. So in the spirit of celebrating the best BL has to offer, my brain presents to you now my top five BL translations. Continue reading
Although it’s been over a year since my brain decided to battle books publicly (seven months over to be precise), neither my brain nor I is the type to celebrate fixed anniversaries and holidays (we are perverse that way). But! We celebrate in our own way, creating holidays when and where necessary, the most recent being Tutmas, a delightful celebration of all things Tut, when we hang hieroglyphs on the desert frond and sing Tutmas carols. We also had great fun at Summer Beach Day a couple Februaries ago.
Generally, these holidays are of no relevance to the important task of defeating books. However, today, a new milestone has been reached and it is one of the ones my brain has deemed worthy of celebration. Namely, the finishing of a journal. Yes, I am one of those total Luddite lunatics that actually puts pen to paper and writes “thoughts” and “feelings” that no one will ever read. More important to this discussion, though, is the list of books read that adorns the back pages of this journal. Now that I am about to start a new list of books I have read in the new journal of “thoughts” and “feelings”, it seems appropriate that I post that list here in the place of book battles, so that my brain can feel even more triumphant in its conquering.
So this week, for your thoughtful reading pleasure, a reading list of everything I read, excluding magazines and books I forgot to write down (which I did with irritating frequency, as I discovered compiling this list and finding books I wrote about here, but I did not write down there), between January 2011 and July 2012! Continue reading