TOKYO DAYS:
I think if you mixed True Romance and Lost in Translation, you'd get Tokyo Days (or VERTIGO POP! TOKYO, as it was originally called). There's enough idiosyncratic, specific weirdness here to make me feel like Vankin knows something about Tokyo (and certainly Seth Fisher did), but the plot is a pretty hackneyed gangster story with a pretty creepy teenage girl fetishism that isn't quite forgiven by the fact that the protagonist is an openly pervy creepoid. It's kind of, like, a really interesting travel comic buried under a really bro-ey crime comic with highschool boobs and really bad funny-skeevy-but-not-really-funny narration.
BANGKOK NIGHTS:
All the reviews say that this half of the book (originally published as VERTIGO POP! BANGKOK) takes a left turn into utter bleakness, and they're not wrong. I just don't know how to feel about Bangkok Nights. With Tokyo Days, even though I didn't love the story, I never felt like I was coming away with a narrowed/limited/stereotyped idea about metropolitan Japanese culture -- Tokyo has always seemed like a pretty weird-ass city, much like all major cities are fucking weird, and I thought that TD reinforced that idea, added some gangsters, but didn't fall prey to stereotyping anyone but teenage girls (which is kind of fine).
It might be that I know zero about Bangkok, and therefore have no previous frame of reference, but this story, very literally, seems intent to communicate the idea that not only is the entire city irreversibly corrupt, but also that it wants to stay corrupt -- like the movie Chinatown, but worse, and also a commentary on an entire culture. I think that Vankin is trying to make a somewhat serious commentary here about the complicity of life in the third world, and he DEFINITELY is not cool with self-appointed 'white savior' activists who want to come in and fix things (there's a definite Green Inferno vibe here, swapping out cannibalism for the sex trade). But god, man, every person in this book is so shitty, as unlikable as the characters in Tokyo Days without any of the humor.
My concern is that both of these stories are essentially xenophobic and full of loathing for Westerners, which should be sort of interesting but just feels kind of one-dimensionally bitter. I'm no Pollyanna, and I like some nihilism in my storytelling. But this entire book has an "all are punish'd" message that just feels a little too willing to condemn, and lacking in requisite nuance.