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A review by nevinator
Lady Joker, Volume 1 by Kaoru Takamura
challenging
dark
emotional
mysterious
reflective
sad
tense
slow-paced
- Plot- or character-driven? A mix
- Strong character development? Yes
- Loveable characters? It's complicated
- Diverse cast of characters? Yes
- Flaws of characters a main focus? It's complicated
5.0
What does it take to break someone? Debt, life-circumstances, tragedy? Life is more than just one bad day, it is the strains of injustices that the body sustains and remembers.
Not the violence of the state, but the losing of a finger. Not the sudden death of family members, but the corporate extortionist who use it as blackmail to gain money. Not a sudden divorce, but the slowing pressure of taking care of a child alone, forever.
Brokenness is incorrect, nor are they desperate: the fire of hatred has been lite and it desires action—so they kidnapped and extort the CEO of Japan’s biggest beer company, Hindoe.
Yet the drama stretch back further then any of these men could have imagine: the book opens with a 20 page letter of resignation in 1946. It’s a story about human beings, who are not political, and completely destitute. A letter describing a busyness that never ends and never gives hope, it distracts from everyone’s emptiness and destitution.
The heroes are also caught in this drama, fighting the emptiness of their lives while doing there job and craft, and no matter how much they try, how many facts are repeated, or how many times that letter of resignation comes back in front of these fresh pair of eyes—more and more the truth gets lost and it was staring them straight in the face: “Did it make any difference in the end to rot from evil or to rot from hatred and cynicism? Was there any distinction between contributing to the contamination of society and the era he lived in, and spending his life abhorring such a state of affairs?”
But he awakes from his thoughts and goes back to his work. If you never read the second volume, that’s okay—the first volume is so satisfying in it’s scenes, themes, and imagery, that it is a must read for the hungry American who’s searching for freedom.
Not the violence of the state, but the losing of a finger. Not the sudden death of family members, but the corporate extortionist who use it as blackmail to gain money. Not a sudden divorce, but the slowing pressure of taking care of a child alone, forever.
Brokenness is incorrect, nor are they desperate: the fire of hatred has been lite and it desires action—so they kidnapped and extort the CEO of Japan’s biggest beer company, Hindoe.
Yet the drama stretch back further then any of these men could have imagine: the book opens with a 20 page letter of resignation in 1946. It’s a story about human beings, who are not political, and completely destitute. A letter describing a busyness that never ends and never gives hope, it distracts from everyone’s emptiness and destitution.
The heroes are also caught in this drama, fighting the emptiness of their lives while doing there job and craft, and no matter how much they try, how many facts are repeated, or how many times that letter of resignation comes back in front of these fresh pair of eyes—more and more the truth gets lost and it was staring them straight in the face: “Did it make any difference in the end to rot from evil or to rot from hatred and cynicism? Was there any distinction between contributing to the contamination of society and the era he lived in, and spending his life abhorring such a state of affairs?”
But he awakes from his thoughts and goes back to his work. If you never read the second volume, that’s okay—the first volume is so satisfying in it’s scenes, themes, and imagery, that it is a must read for the hungry American who’s searching for freedom.