2 vols
ISBN 4-88271-551-1
ISBN 4-88271-633-X
Super BBC (BeBoy Comics)
- Reviewed by Jeanne The title means literally 'the limits that
desire allows us,' and the story is a variant on an old slash staple- 'We
aren't gay, we just love each other.' This time it's 'We aren't in love,
we just want each other.' Two men in their late twenties, friends since
university, have had since university a sexual attraction to each other
both have agreed to ignore. It's not that there's any trauma about being
gay or anything (the word is never mentioned); but you gather they think
it would get in the way of their friendship and their lives. Fujio is yer
average office worker with a girlfriend, Miku, who's still in university.
Yamazaki is a gifted graphic designer whose girlfriend Reiko- a few years
older than himself- is an editor at the magazine he works for. And everything
is just fine. When they've had a falling out with their girlfriends or
it's a 'dangerous day' for The stage is set for the next event: the girlfriends get into the action. Realizing what's eating Yamazaki, they push the guys into each other's arms. Fujio's girlfriend Miku goes so far as to lock him out of his apartment. 'You belong with Ken-san. Come back when he's better.' The two guys with the Pharaoh complex, kings of de Nile (that's 'denial' to you) are- oh lucky day!- forced to act on their desires: and do so, sweating mightily but not otherwise emitting visible body fluids, while insisting just as mightily that this is only a secondary affair for both of them. Sounds like a stock yaoi fantasy? Well, yes, but--- Somewhere between Motoni's realistic art style and her attention to the little emotional details, this manga starts to read like the weirder side of real life. Fujio and Yamazaki's solution to their dilemma is very like the unbelievable situations your own friends get themselves into and then ask your advice about while you sit in slack-jawed disbelief. 'His wife is really upset about him leaving her for me so we've decided that she can come along on the vacation with us. I think after that she'll be able to accept the situation, don't you?' 'Well he loves me but he also loves Tom and I can understand why Tom's unhappy that he lives with me so anyway now Tom's going to move in with us.' For me, Motoni's story has the strangeness of reality, not of fantasy. I could see it happening somewhere, probably to a friend of mine. It all makes sense emotionally if not rationally, and the charas involved act from the same combination of rationalization, wishful thinking, self- delusion, ambivalence, and unstated hostility that real people seem to do. 'Life is a comedy to those who think, a tragedy to those who feel.' Depending on your type, you'll either say 'Poor sods' or 'What a bunch of steaming nits!!' as the protagonists get deeper and deeper into their quagmire. (Confession time: rationalist though I am, I still felt for them. But I like the art style. It helps if the guys behaving like steaming nits are also eminently fuckable according to your definition of same.)
Trouble starts early, of course. Trouble is unavoidable unless this was a yaoi fantasy, which it's not. A westerner would sit down and talk about this rationally with the people involved (well, a westerner *thinks* she'd sit down and talk, or knows she ought to sit down and talk but somehow...) These guys, more like the westerners I know, get around to telling each other how they really feel only when they've well and truly lost their tempers, and sometimes not even then. This leads to a lot of second- guessing, self-contradiction, lying and misunderstanding. (You see why I think this is a realistic manga?) When push gets close to shove in the second volume and Fujio, in a rare moment of clearsightedness, realizes that it can't work and that it's Yamazaki he wants more than Miku, Yamazaki stops him from breaking up with her. 'When you come to your senses, you'll regret this,' Yamazaki thinks. *Thinks*, doesn't say. And it probably wouldn't make much difference if he did say it. Fujio soon reverts to his usual fuzzy-minded wanting everybody to be happy and no-one to be hurt and for himself to go on having his cake and eating it. The road to hell is paved with this kind of attitude, which is one that leads to murder in countries where people have easy access to handguns.
I'd better say now that the language used
in the manga is not so much obscure as opaque. It's the shorthand of Japanese
city dwellers who all operate in the same cultural context. English is
the same: a phrase such as 'It's like- well, you know'-- means 'I'm feeling
what you'd expect me to feel in this situation but you have to know me
and the culture and the expectations to know what that is.' When characters
do start saying how they feel, they sound demented. Take Yamazaki, who
thinks he's been invading M Possibly I'm making this sound too intense
to be fun. There's a lot of fun to be had, though. The problems two lovers
face: well, the uke is pissed at the seme's assumptions that he's going
to be uke. Doesn't say so in so many words, natch; just sulks, and it's
Mama Reiko who explains to the puzzled Fujio that Yamazaki likes to say
'You're beautiful' during sex and Fujio doesn't give him a chance. 'But
I'm not beautiful,' the literal- minded Fujio objects. He still doesn't
quite see why Yamazaki objects to hearing 'You're cute' from *him*. 'You
say the same things to me as to Miku-chan.' Fujiro We're at vol 2 now, and I have no idea what's going to happen. If this was a French series all would end well, because in France love is always a comedy no matter how much you suffer during it. If this was a British series all would end in bitterness, because the Brits want you to know the world is a serious place and love is a drug dream. If this was an American series it would end with at least one body if not more littering the landscape, for cultural reasons too numerous to mention. But it's Japanese and the Japanese are likely to pull the most amazing switches when they aren't being totally predictable. It may well have a happy ending with a lot of bitterness and a few corpses. Matsu dake desu: one can only wait and see. |
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