Here’s a quick post to let you know what’s new so far this week from your Boston Manga Examiner.
On Monday, I posted my (now) weekly rundown on weekend manga talk from local bloggers, Latest links from local manga critics, featuring items such as Kate Dacey’s intro to To Terra for this month’s Manga Moveable Feast, the Good Comics for Kids smackdown of DC Comics, and Katherine Hanson’s new review of unlicensed yuri series, Otsu Hiyori’s Mizu-iro Cinema.
Look for my contribution to the To Terra celebration here at Manga Bookshelf sometime over the next couple of days.
Next, a short commentary on the current state of classic shojo from North American publishers, The plight of classic shojo, inspired both by disappointing losses via the shutdown of CMX and exciting recent licenses from DMP and Fantagraphics. …


To Terra unfolds in a distant future characterized by environmental devastation. To salvage their dying planet, humans have evacuated Terra (Earth) and, with the aid of a supercomputer named Mother, formed a new government to restore Terra and its people to health. The most striking feature of this era of Superior Domination (S.D.) is the segregation of children from adults. Born in laboratories, raised by foster parents on Ataraxia, a planet far from Terra, children are groomed from infancy to become model citizens. At the age of 14, Mother subjects each child to a grueling battery of psychological tests euphemistically called Maturity Checks. Those who pass are sorted by intelligence, then dispatched to various corners of the galaxy for further training; those who fail are removed from society.
In the mid-1960s, pioneering female artist Yoshiko Nishitani began writing stories aimed at a slightly older audience. Nishitani’s Mary Lou, which made its debut in Weekly Margaret in 1965, was one of the very first shojo manga to document the romantic longings of a teenage girl. (As Thorn notes in 
The next time someone dismisses manga as a “style” characterized by youthful-looking, big-eyed characters with button noses, I’m going to hand them a copy of AX, a rude, gleeful, and sometimes disturbing rebuke to the homogenized artwork and storylines found in mainstream manga publications. No one will confuse AX for Young Jump or even Big Comic Spirits; the stories in AX run the gamut from the grotesquely detailed to the playfully abstract, often flaunting their ugliness with the cheerful insistence of a ten-year-old boy waving a dead animal at squeamish classmates. Nor will anyone confuse Yoshihiro Tatsumi or Einosuke’s outlook with the humanism of Osamu Tezuka or Keiji Nakazawa; the stories in AX revel in the darker side of human nature, the part of us that’s fascinated with pain, death, sex, and bodily functions.