Hyouka - Volume 03 - The Kudryavka Sequence - Welcome to KANYA FESTA! (1)

interesting once I began reading it. I should be getting ready to sleep, yet
right now my brain's completely invigorated.
Its genre could be classified as slapstick. The protagonist is a young man who
is unable to speak due to his deafness, but is able to convey his thoughts
telepathically via touching. As he is also able to read other people's thoughts
by touching, he is often seen as a troublemaker. Though it discarded realism
in favour of an interesting story, the troubles the protagonist encountered still
made sense. To put it briefly, there were aliens and zombies. No matter how
much destruction was wreaked, a short anthropomorphic cat would appear in
a blank panel, signalling the end of the scene in the next page. As a result, the
tempo was quite quick, which was unheard of in commercial works. It was
more like a comic strip than other mangas. In the end, placing the book on
my pillow, I rested on my futon and read it till the end.
By the way, this cat, a Gourdski-like gag character [1] , would often appear in
all sorts of acrobatic stances at the corners of various panels for no reason
whatsoever. It was probably the author's surrogate character. Despite standing
upright, it wore no clothes except for a pair of baggy boots. A puss in boots,
essentially.
Despite having a silly plot with a communication discord, it had quite a deep
meaning as well. All the characters, including the protagonist, were all acting
in self-interest, as they're frequently seeking a favourable outcome for
themselves. Yes, this is a good work. But if I were to think of presenting this
to Kouchi-sempai, then I'd find that there were a few weak points that stood
out, like the story being a bit too random, too many panels with nothing but
plain backgrounds, one too many rough sketches in the panels, and the
dialogue sometimes not connecting from panel to panel.
...And so, I'm still at a loss on what to show her.
The only light came from the lamp beside my bed, with the bookshelf
submerging in the flickering darkness.
Ashes at Dusk and Body Talk were two non-commercial works which I have
a lot of admiration for. Of course, these were not the only books in my room;
there were also commercial works which shone just as bright as those two.