Hail ye, fellow followers of Yoshishiro Takahashi (a.k.a. Taksu)!
It has come
to my attention that this series is particularly popular in Finlandia, the land
of Finns and... Dogs? If that is, then know that I am seeking guidance in this
gripping, if quite perplexing, matter.
As a
stranger within such a coherent community, I find myself somewhat lost… I have
come to know the dangers that lurk around the web—the attitude and
predatorianism of the netfolk… Good grief! But ye shall not worry, for I
believe I am among friendlies primed to assist when appealed correctly!
Moreover, what I have learned from Ginga: Nagareboshi Ginga, one does not need
to fear those taller than themselves. One shall not hesitate to extract a
vengeance on their nemesis. One shall select their leader on the basis of eyes.
Riveting!
Sarcasm
aside, I truly think only good of the likely magnum opus of the one and true
Takahashi: Ginga: Nagareboshi Ginga! The triumph of caninedom! The jubilation
of nature! The spirit of concurrence! Forget Disney and their petty appetite
for magnitude. Forget Warner Brothers and their questionable ethics. Forget
Hanna-Barbera and their ho-hum animations and stories of low calibre. This is
animal fiction, both literated and animated, at its finest! Oh, my!
Alas, midst
all this splendour, I have this oppressing fear… Could the end be nigh? After
its prime, the series appears to have taken a coaster ride in quality—a bumpy
and lumpy one, if I may add… Could the manga enterprise have cast a cost too
high? Is this a fate most ineluctable? Are there any intersections alongside
this monotonous journey?
As for the
popularity of the series... have we already traveled past its peak? Or was
there ever a peak? Could there ever be a peak? One cannot ignore the
ever-growing silence encompassing the series. Will the series soon live in a
perpetual solitude? Shall the entire humandom forget all the merits and virtues
taught us by Mr. Takahashi and the invaluable, altruistic work of Toei
Animation? To the victor belong the spoils… Humbug!
But to
imagine a world that forgot Ginga... The sole thought of it—hubaba!
Then again,
no foes or competitors roam in the horizon. Does the world not yearn for animal
fiction with quality and aptitude? I am not asking for pedantic babble, but
should we all sincerely be satisfied with mere menageries and cartoons for
children—not to mention the kitsch for grandmothers? There is a void in the
world, and it needs to be filled with haste. But to put all that burden on the
shoulders of one and only one man… That is arduous to accept.
Herewith, I
have come to a conclusion which should please none of ye: After all these years,
the almighty Ginga may have started to lose its cachet. But do we have
Takahashi to blame for it? Or rather the followers? Or the industry? Perhaps it
is innate? Quite a conundrum.
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