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by Alejandro Jodorowsky
Multi-media visionary Alejandro Jodorowsky
is best known to comics enthusiasts for his work on the Moebius-illustrated
Incal saga. His latest film, which opened to worldwide critical acclaim in
1990, is Santa Sangre.
When Unamuno, the famous Spanish philosopher and professor of English
literature, was on his deathbed, he asked his friends, "Has the time come?"
"Yes," they told him. "Are you certain that I am about to die?" "Alas, yes!"
"In that case," said Unamuno, "I am going to utter my final words, which
will double as a confession: I never could stand Shakespeare!" And
with that, he expired.
When I am on the verge of passing into the next world, I think I may
confess, with much the same vigor as the late philosopher: "I never could
stand Walt Disney!"
And that is the simple truth. Even as a little boy of six or seven, I
used to take fiendish delight in incinerating any Mickey Mouse
comic that happened to fall into my hands. This hatred later expanded to
encompass all anthropomorphic cartoon creations: I could never countenance
comic books in which innocent animals had been compelled to adopt the
loathsome trappings of Man.
Yet every rule has its exception. One day, in a small Parisian bookstore,
my son Adam, eight years old at the time, asked me to buy him the
English-language edition of Book One of The Adventures of Usagi
Yojimbo by Stan Sakai. I did so only with great reluctance; but when
the boy later asked me to translate the volume into French for him, I was so
taken by the intrepid rabbit that I became a devout admirer. And now Adam
and I spend week after week awaiting, with the impatience of junkies, the
arrival of each precious new issue; when it comes, we lock ourselves away to
read and discuss it.
As far as I'm concerned, Stan Sakai, despite his youth, is a master. Page
by page, he is reviving a noble tradition that has gradually been vanishing
from contemporary Japan. His drawing style is simple - not artless, but
unadorned. He uses the fewest lines with the most efficiency: there is no
trickery here, no straining for effect. When he develops and resolves a
scene in two or three panels, he displays a director's awareness of
cinematic technique. His delineation of costumes and backgrounds is
impeccable, and his stories - ah, his stories! - are like a breath of fresh
air. Many is the time they've helped me cope with the bitter and arduous
task of surviving this modern age.
The passage of years has changed me, both physically and spiritually. But
the child I one was remains within me, luminous and unaltered, peering
through my moribund adult eyes. That is how I see Stan: as someone who
remains loyal to his own marvelous childhood; loyal to the code of the
Bushido; loyal to the fanatical energy of those soulless creatures,
the ronin; loyal to Kurosawa, to Zatoichi, to
Toshiro Mifune, to Miyamoto Musashi, to Lone
Wolf, to the Genji, to the Heike...
Rendered with a grace that verges on the miraculous, Usagi Yojimbo
is a delicate echo of a Japan that is vanishing forever. The
samurai are riding the train of progress; they have donned suits
and ties and become businessmen. The only vestiges of that medieval
nobility, of the lore of the warrior and the peasant, can be found on these
pages, with their half-human creatures, whose capacity for spiritual
greatness is equaled only by their capacity for evil.
In Usagi Yojimbo I have found anew the warrior of the soul I so
admired as a child - the one Walt Disney once tried to rob from me with his
saccharine, stuttering beasts.
I salute you, Stan, and I thank you for bestowing upon us a truly worthy
hero!
- Alejandro Jodorowsky
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