Partly, as Schodt goes on to note, this speed-reading relies on the greater resort to visual as opposed to verbal storytelling in manga. He then cites Lone Wolf and Cub as "an extreme example. It consists of twenty-eight volumes, or around 8,400 pages. Sword fights sometimes last for 30 pages, with only the sounds of blades clashing" (p. 21). Such extremes have to wait for later volumes, but the fourth volume
Here, for example, is one page from a four-page fight scene that occurs near the start of the volume's first episode, the eponymous tale of "The Bell Warden":


Anyway, I think that the frequent use of pantomime pages in Lone Wolf and Cub is refreshing, not only for the trust it evinces in Kojima as artist but also for the trust it shows in us readers to figure out what's going on solely through visual cues. Here's the final page of the second episode in volume 4, "Unfaithful Retainers":

The third episode of volume 4, "Parting Frost," is practically a clinic in how to write scenes visually. Out of a total 58 pages, twenty-five are practically wordless. Fourteen genuinely lack all words, whether captions, dialogue, thought balloons, sound effects, or written machinery in the scenery (e.g., signs or letters). On three pages, Daigoro utters the single word "Papa" in a lone word balloon, and on one page a nameless extra utters a scream. Seven pages rely only on sound effects, as in this sequence where the samurai Iki Jizamon practices bisecting water droplets as they fall from the eaves of a temple:

There are likewise a number of silent pages in the volume's fourth and final episode, "Performer," an unusually long episode (at 115 pages, it's practically a graphic novel in itself, but for the haste in which it can be read). It's an interesting story, not least for the way a female victim of male sexual aggression pursues revenge by using her own naked torso as a weapon, defacing it with shocking tattoos wherewith to stun and disorient her male foes, whom she then slices to ribbons. At some point I may have to talk about the occasionally lurid bits of LW&C, but since my theme today is pantomime storytelling, I claim the right to remain silent about "Performer" for now.
I have one last comment to add about volume 4, however: I don't think it's essential reading. I mean, I like it and all, but I don't remember its episodes contributing that much to the long arc of the narrative, whereas there are crucial developments in each of the first three volumes. Moreover, Kojima's art in "Performer" seems a little rushed to my eye, and there's a fight scene in "The Bell Warden" (page 63) where I really can't tell just how Ogami managed to split a guy's face open—a rare stumble in Kojima's usually flawless visual storytelling. If you want to know more about various seventeenth-century Japanese trades and practices, seasoned with a little slaughter, then sure, add volume 4 to your reading list; but if time or money are an issue, you might want to skip this one.
*****
Postscript: Apparently, Lone Wolf and Cub's popularity in the 70s was such that it spawned not only TV shows and movies but popular songs. What kind of music best befits this blood-bedrenched epic? Tell 'em, Daigoro!

2 comments:
You know that I love that Spidey-Scorpion tussle as an example of Stan Lee's hyperverbality. Fill every empty space with gab!
'Deed I do know that, O Kaiser. For a moment while posting I thought I already had a scan of that Spider-Man page, then remembered that I was thinking of an overhead projection you made for your class in 2001 (!). Tempus--aw, fuggit.
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