Trash Market by Tadao Tsuge
Editor Ryan Holmberg has worked with a number of contemporary publishers (Picturebox, Breakdown Press, Drawn & Quarterly) to reprint important manga from the 60s and 70s and save them from obscurity. Each of Holmberg’s previous publications hold a weight of editorial, historical significance, but Trash Market is different: it is not a trailblazing, genre-defining body of work, but instead representative of a rarely-rendered dark corner of Japan. It is more culturally curious than artistically important, non-essential but still deserving of a rapturous read.
Just as the stories in Trash Market come from Tsuge’s well-tuned ear turned to the lives around him, the methods he uses to tell these stories come from a similar observational standpoint. Tadao Tsuge is well-read and an erudite patron of the blossoming artistic outlets of midcentury Japan. The stories in Trash Market all appeared in Garo Magazine in the late 60s and early 70s and were clearly influenced by the early output of cinematic, dark manga shorts that defined the magazine in its genesis. Further, Tsuge is just as influenced by literature and film: one can see traces of Kobo Abe (and the films of Hiroshi Teshigahara), Shintaro Ishihara and other Akutagawa prizewinners in his prose. Tsuge’s authorship is further discussed in Holmberg’s outstanding closing essay, where he explains the work “Up on The Hilltop, Vincent Van Gogh…” was originally a short story that Tsuge converted to a comic at the request of the editor of Garo. Hearing this is not particularly surprising after reading pieces like “A Tale of Absolute and Utter Nonsense,” which feels more like an illustrated one-act play than it does a comic strip. These are refined, literary works by an author immersed in the arts.
Each of the six stories in Trash Market are memorable in the glory of their emotional deformity, but “Manhunt” (first published in 1969) stands out by way of its unique narrative. Two journalists interview a man who is the subject of a missing-persons series they had previously featured in a magazine. Curiously, their subject has casually reappeared, and the interviewers sit with him, confounded, trying to figure out why he had previously vanished. The journalists explain the painstaking lengths of their research and try to confirm the sordid, scandalous details of what they think had happened, but the man is confused. The truth, to him, is far more meaningless, absent of any story or intrigue. “Are you sure about all this?” He asks with a mouth-breathing, blank stare. “It’s not what I remember.” He looks, as he tries to discount the interviewers’ sensational claims, like the least remarkable man that ever existed. “Manhunt” positions readers for all of Trash Market in curious proximity to the two journalists: we came for the story but instead found something simpler and sadder, something uncomfortably human.
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Hi, thanks for this review. I think it is the most thoughtful one out there so far on Trash Market. I am glad you liked Manhunt, which is also my favorite. I know that the “dregs of postwar society” element is strong, and emphasized in both my essay and the book’s back cover blurb. But I do wish people would see how, even if Tadao didn’t create anything “genre-defining,” that was because no one followed in his footsteps in making quasi-documentary, quasi-verite comics. They were certainly genre-busting in this regard, and it is something that goes beyond the postwar-ism element. By incorporating long dialogue segments (essential to his quasi-verite approach), Tadao also really marked a departure from the tightly budgeted panel economics of gekiga. After the demise of kashihon, this would have only been possible in Garo.
Ryan, it’s such an honor to hear from you – thanks so much for reading my review, and thanks for all the amazing work you’ve been doing. I’ve been following your work for a while!
Trash Market is indeed a special collection, and I fear that my view of it being a more “subtle” success is due in part to the somewhat limited context English-only readers like me have to work with of gekiga-era works in translation. I’m certain that every new book you publish from this realm will reinforce Tadao Tsuge’s unique significance, and I’m very much looking forward to that happening. I would absolutely love to see more from him, too.
And, I have to ask: will we ever see another volume of your “10-cent Manga” series? (fingers crossed)
“Seeing more from Tsuge Tadao,” at least from D&Q, totally depends on how the book sells. Let’s hope it does decently, its unconventionality aside.
Ten Cent Manga: tough to say. First, I need a publisher who is willing to do color, since the things I really want to do in that series are from the Occupation and Prewar periods (which is mostly full color or duotone). Second, I need time to write those essays. The research for those two books, especially the Sugiura, was rough. But it could happen. One anthology I have in mind for that series, which just this week became possible because of some funky prewar things I picked up on auction, is weird-ass Western manga (meaning cowboys and indians) from the 30s until the early 50s. I have enough strange mystery and superhero and science fiction material from the 30s and 40s also to make good books.
PictureBox disappearing really made the possible impossible. The best chance right now for seeing anything similar from other publishers involves readers and fans supporting Breakdown Press. I don’t see the established publishers going for the Ten Cent material.
Well, I sincerely hope these factors line up in favor for more Ten Cent Manga! It’s really great to hear you’re keeping the standards high – the color really made The Mysterious Underground Men a gem of a book, and the essays are indispensable. I’ve got my dowsing rod pointing towards Breakdown Press and hope more readers do the same.
“Manhunt” was derivative of Imamura’s “A Man Vanishes”. And that was the best story in this collection. Very disappointing book.