Aesthetic minimalism, a predilection for darkness, an infatuation with androgyny and a preference for the vague over the distinct: These tendencies are inherent in most Japanese art-forms. And manga are no exception. Maki Kusumoto’s (Japanese name: 楠本まき) strange comic-books reflect these trends perfectly. Although she has long had a cult following as a “manga-ka” (a manga artist) in Japan, she doesn’t really like to be classified as one. Her distinctly original drawing ability eminently suits characters struggling with inner demons in a world of deceptive placidity. Her university background in philosophy perhaps underlies the feel for existential unease; either way there is depth here that really has nothing in common with the manga norm. Maki’s people are elegant and willowy, stretching their long limbs in sinuous poses; they caress each other with long-tapering fingers. She is to manga as Aubrey Beardsley was to mainstream illustration. Intense, sexy and slightly sinister.
I read this ages ago. 2008? 2009? I need to re-read it, but I remember one thing: it was extremely satisfying. I remember reading about the author having a philosophy degree; it shows.
Fascinating. The last three chapters cleared all the questions in my head.
K was a depressed artist who was killed by everyone's expectations all around him. Being a "prodigy", everyone expected something great from him all the time, so he had to get out of the house and lived alone. There he discovered drugs and became an addict. That spiraled down to becoming the foundation of this story.
Sadly, I have my doubts that this will ever be commercially available stateside. A lovely and dark bit of surrealism that doesn't fit neatly into categories. If you get your paws on a copy, I'd be happy to translate it to English for my friends.
I guess first impression is everything, and always the best. This manga is my first encounter with Kusumoto-sensei's work. I say it has it all: artwork and story.