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So, you just got panned by a nobody. SO WHAT? You've already gotten my money. I don't wanna hear it.Kannagi, Satoru. Only the Ring Finger Knows Vol. 2: The Left Hand Dreams of Him. Trans. Duane Johnson. Los Angeles: Juné, 2006. (Original Japanese Edition: 2003)Summary
: With illustrations by Odagiri Hotaru. Yuichi decides to take Wataru on one final hurrah before cram season begins, and, to do that, he takes a part-time job. Unfortunately, that means dealing with the uber-cool Asaka and the jealousy he inspires in Yuichi, but things don't get really bad until they arrive in Okinawa and meet Yuichi's elder brother Shohei, who strongly opposes their relationship.Comments
: That this novel, with its selfish, arrogant seme and groveling, girly uke, is about as cliched as it gets is only its first problem. DMP's edition is plagued by a sloppy translation boasting idiosyncratic paragraph breaks and prose so awkward that the translator apparently thinks that translating meaning isn't important if the words get Englished. (Saakuru isn't "circle"--it should be "CLUB"!) To make things even worse, the text is heinously edited; spelling errors that obscure the meaning are scattered about everywhere, and don't get me STARTED about how sections of prose that should be separated are not and how Wataru's many interior monologues should have been italicized. Granted, in some ways, translating crap is more difficult than translating halfway decent writing, but Johnson doesn't even seem to be TRYING half the time. I ended up having to read this little monster as slowly as I might read James Joyce--just because, any faster, and I wouldn't have been able to figure the nuances out! You know, I was repulsed when Dark Horse attempted to foist that Vampire Hunter D
novel shite on North American audiences...but this just takes it to a whole 'nother level. Dude, how's about finding some quality BL to translate?Notes
: paperback, 1st American editionRating
- A sewn binding makes it too bothersome to rip the book to shreds in disgust, and it isn't weighty enough to even make a good weapon.