Ge-ge-ge no nyobou 5/5
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mbarkera.k.a. realism comes first
(Incidentally, NHK has subtitles associated with I think weekly themes. Mostly I ignore them. Right now it is first-year assistant?)
This episode started with Uraki, the sneaky man, announcing that from today, their house would be the headquarters of the young men's military history club. Then he tried to put the sign on the fence. Shigeru grabbed him and threw him down. He laid on the ground, moaning, and said Shigeru used to do this to him all the time when they were kids.
Next, the sign was laid in the entryway, and Shigeru faced Uraki in the kitchen. "So explain first." Uraki sighed. "It's simple, really. We're going to set up a fan club for you."
At this point they ran the short theme.
Uraki enthusiastically explained that they would set up a fan club, with letters and newsletters and collectibles. Shigeru suspiciously said, "It takes money." Uraki assured him that the publisher would help, and that they would do mail-order business for other authors, too, so it would be a great...
There was a bang in the entryway, and they all ran to see what happened. The upstairs guy had tripped on the sign. As the upstairs guy gingerly applied iodine to his scrapped knee, Shigeru told Uraki, "You brought him here, too." Uraki smiled, "Yes, see, I'm always thinking of you."
Shigeru, Uraki, and Fumie ended up outside. Shigeru was holding the sign. Uraki was giving directions. Up a little more. Now right. Now down a little. There! Uraki pounded in a nail.
Uraki next brought in what looked like a silkscreen machine to me -- some kind of a manual mimeograph. He said you can make the newsletters here, in the main office. Fumie said, "Wait a minute. Stamps cost money. Who's going to pay for those?" Shigeru nodded. Uraki look back and forth at them, then said, "Fine, the publisher will buy stamps."
Then Uraki looked at Shigeru and said, "One more very important point. Your stories need to be more light, fun. Your war stories are very dark." Shigeru shook his head. "They're realistic." Uraki nodded, "I know, I know. But others are brave and courageous. You need to be more like them."
After Uraki left, Shigeru laid down in his work room and stared at the ceiling. "Realism doesn't sell?" He got out his books and looked at them. "But realism..."
Fumie was washing dishes at the sink, when Shigeru opened the doors and came out smiling. "I need some money." Fumie got out her wallet and said, "OK. How much do you need?" Shigeru said, "All of it." He took the wallet and walked out the door.
Meanwhile, Michiko, the bookstore owner, was talking with her husband, Masashi, who was laying in bed reading. He said, "These books... this is real war." She said, "Who is that?" He flipped to the front, and read, "Mizuki." Then he told her that he was still feeling sick, and wouldn't be going anywhere today.
Down in the store, Michiko looked over her shelves. "Oh, he's the one who wrote Hakaba no Kitaro." (Kitaro of the Graveyard -- which later became Ge-ge-ge no Kitaro) Kiyo, the old woman, came out and said, "Isn't my son up yet?" Michiko said, "He's still not feeling well." Kiyo said, "He's so lazy now." Michiko said, "I think the war did something to him."
Shigeru returned home with a pile of books. He started showing them to Fumie. History books about the war.
Then he said, "I had malaria fever in the war." While he described this, they showed a flashback. A sweaty, sick Shigeru lay on a bed in a hut. There was flashing above. "There was a bomb." The sick Shigeru was thrown off the bed and across the floor. The medic grabbed him, and called a doctor. Who looked at him, and then cut off his arm, or the remnants of his arm. "They kept me alive, I came back. But there was nothing for me to do, I couldn't work. That's when I started drawing manga."
Shigeru shook his head. "I can't make war fun. So I'll make it real history." He looked at Fumie. "What do you think? Am I crazy?" Fumie said, "No. We'll do it." Shigeru got up, and went into his room with the books.
Fumie said, "Well, let's see how much he spent." She looked in the wallet. It was empty. "What? He spent it all? How..."
To be continued...
(Incidentally, NHK has subtitles associated with I think weekly themes. Mostly I ignore them. Right now it is first-year assistant?)
This episode started with Uraki, the sneaky man, announcing that from today, their house would be the headquarters of the young men's military history club. Then he tried to put the sign on the fence. Shigeru grabbed him and threw him down. He laid on the ground, moaning, and said Shigeru used to do this to him all the time when they were kids.
Next, the sign was laid in the entryway, and Shigeru faced Uraki in the kitchen. "So explain first." Uraki sighed. "It's simple, really. We're going to set up a fan club for you."
At this point they ran the short theme.
Uraki enthusiastically explained that they would set up a fan club, with letters and newsletters and collectibles. Shigeru suspiciously said, "It takes money." Uraki assured him that the publisher would help, and that they would do mail-order business for other authors, too, so it would be a great...
There was a bang in the entryway, and they all ran to see what happened. The upstairs guy had tripped on the sign. As the upstairs guy gingerly applied iodine to his scrapped knee, Shigeru told Uraki, "You brought him here, too." Uraki smiled, "Yes, see, I'm always thinking of you."
Shigeru, Uraki, and Fumie ended up outside. Shigeru was holding the sign. Uraki was giving directions. Up a little more. Now right. Now down a little. There! Uraki pounded in a nail.
Uraki next brought in what looked like a silkscreen machine to me -- some kind of a manual mimeograph. He said you can make the newsletters here, in the main office. Fumie said, "Wait a minute. Stamps cost money. Who's going to pay for those?" Shigeru nodded. Uraki look back and forth at them, then said, "Fine, the publisher will buy stamps."
Then Uraki looked at Shigeru and said, "One more very important point. Your stories need to be more light, fun. Your war stories are very dark." Shigeru shook his head. "They're realistic." Uraki nodded, "I know, I know. But others are brave and courageous. You need to be more like them."
After Uraki left, Shigeru laid down in his work room and stared at the ceiling. "Realism doesn't sell?" He got out his books and looked at them. "But realism..."
Fumie was washing dishes at the sink, when Shigeru opened the doors and came out smiling. "I need some money." Fumie got out her wallet and said, "OK. How much do you need?" Shigeru said, "All of it." He took the wallet and walked out the door.
Meanwhile, Michiko, the bookstore owner, was talking with her husband, Masashi, who was laying in bed reading. He said, "These books... this is real war." She said, "Who is that?" He flipped to the front, and read, "Mizuki." Then he told her that he was still feeling sick, and wouldn't be going anywhere today.
Down in the store, Michiko looked over her shelves. "Oh, he's the one who wrote Hakaba no Kitaro." (Kitaro of the Graveyard -- which later became Ge-ge-ge no Kitaro) Kiyo, the old woman, came out and said, "Isn't my son up yet?" Michiko said, "He's still not feeling well." Kiyo said, "He's so lazy now." Michiko said, "I think the war did something to him."
Shigeru returned home with a pile of books. He started showing them to Fumie. History books about the war.
Then he said, "I had malaria fever in the war." While he described this, they showed a flashback. A sweaty, sick Shigeru lay on a bed in a hut. There was flashing above. "There was a bomb." The sick Shigeru was thrown off the bed and across the floor. The medic grabbed him, and called a doctor. Who looked at him, and then cut off his arm, or the remnants of his arm. "They kept me alive, I came back. But there was nothing for me to do, I couldn't work. That's when I started drawing manga."
Shigeru shook his head. "I can't make war fun. So I'll make it real history." He looked at Fumie. "What do you think? Am I crazy?" Fumie said, "No. We'll do it." Shigeru got up, and went into his room with the books.
Fumie said, "Well, let's see how much he spent." She looked in the wallet. It was empty. "What? He spent it all? How..."
To be continued...
