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Jiro Taniguchi
Jiro Taniguchi
事件屋稼業 6 TROUBLE IS MY BUSINESS REVISED EDITION VOLUME SIX 関川夏央・谷口ジロー 双葉社 ブックデザイン=日下潤一+大野リサ
I really love it when mangaka include essay afterwords or just little comments about their process at the end of volumes, especially if it's their own relationship with the topic that they're writing about, or even a brief discussion of their love for manga and comics.
One that I really liked is the essay included in the second chapter of Jiro Taniguchi's anthology "Izanaumono" where he talked about his love for European comics and the French comic artist Moebius.
A more popular work that had essays I really enjoyed reading was Shuzo Oshim's "Welcome Back, Alice" where he discussed his relationship with gender and sexual identity.
Another one I like was in Ching Nakamura's "Gunjou" where she gives us a playlist of songs she listened to while writing!!
Jiro Taniguchi
jiro taniguchi, hotel harbor view
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Roatta immediately screamed 'Wait! Wait!' but his eyes were brighter than he was, and knew better. They had stopped moving before he did, because they could see there was nothing more profitable for them to look at, so instead they turned into a pair of dark, oily stones fixed on the last thing they would ever see - eternity in the barrel of a pistol. His ears were also straining with the intensity of a concert pianist for the first minute action inside the weapon as the killer's finger tightened, because they knew that was the last sound they would ever hear. So in his last seconds of life, each of them arranged got him by his senses, Roatta sat waiting for the gun to explode with the rapt attention of an opera goer during a performance of his favourite star, leaning further and further forward in his chair until his existence was filled by, narrowed down to, and eventually became the gun.
- derek raymond, i was dora suarez