In Japan's countryside, one finds abundant persimmon trees, a gaggle of old folks with too many tales to tell, an increasingly derelict shopping arcade, and shadows . . . lots and lots of shadows.
FESTIVAL OF SHADOWS focuses on the lattermost of these curiosities — spirits lost or otherwise bereft of a full, complete, or satisfactory conclusion.
The ease and difficulty of acclimating to a world in which a mysterious and fantastical "other" is made normal often occurs thanks to a catalyst one has very little control over. For Naoko, a resident of the valley of shadows, she was born into it. Her mother was an expert at shepherding wayward spirits to their destination. Her village's elders hold decades of experience guiding the lost and problem solving on the fly. But upon reaching adulthood, Naoko is having a rough go of it. How, exactly, does one go about befriending, nurturing, and serving an errant spirit?
Interestingly, FESTIVAL OF SHADOWS is a coming-of-age story in the most complex sense. Naoko's grasp of what constitutes a fulfilled life and what type of life necessarily requires veneration or reflection earns a steady and curious glare when she's unceremoniously assigned the task of assisting a shadow despite her inexperience. The young woman "failed" to properly escort a shadow last summer, so what makes the elders so confident she'll get it right this time? Naoko's confidence in herself, in her community's cultural traditions, and in the intergenerational influence of filial piety all come to a head as she teaches herself to care for and get to know her shadow. And to some extent, she grows attached. Too attached.
And it's in this connection that Naoko finds new meaning in her relationship to spirits past and present. Some of these relationships are tragic. Some of these relationships are ephemeral. Some of these relationships aren't quite fully materialized and need time to mature. Naoko is a somewhat flippant, dithering young woman. She wants to become a writer. She desires the trappings of a busy, urban life. And yet, the peaceful, almost pastoral deliberation afforded her during those quiet hours helping shadowy creatures learn more about themselves, their pasts, and their tragedies may yet fill her with a sense of triumph no other duty could.
The watercolor and colored pencil stylings at the heart of this book elevate the storytelling with a gentle and professional care. Tender linework, soft and seasonal colors, warm and rounded character designs, excellent lighting, friendly and inimitable gestures — the book's visual comfort pulls from many sources. FESTIVAL OF SHADOWS holds a handful of narrative twists and turns, as Naoko pries apart the truth behind her shadow's reason for lingering on the mortal plane, but the book's aesthetic ensures that with each scene and each chapter, one stumbles into discernment only just enough to keep from being too frightened, from being too certain, or from being too confident in what these wounded hearts are capable of.