How to talk about my writing without really talking about it (and to talk about my current fangirl hyperfixation):
About a year
ago, I broke down and bought a Funimation subscription. It’s been so
worthwhile, but today I want to talk about one anime in particular.
Except,
really, this isn’t a post about that anime at all. Not really. You’ll see.
I watched the
first episode of BNHA (My Hero Academia) and thought: hmm. On the one
hand: superheroes!, which, I’ve loved comics since I was a very little kid. On
the other hand: I don’t know these characters, it’s all new, the world isn’t
familiar yet, and…Izuku cries…a lot. I was conflicted. But, after my initial
hesitance with the first ep of Fullmetal Alchemist, I decided to keep
going. Why? Because every story I’ve ever loved wholeheartedly was one that
left me hesitant at first.
Anyway: I kept
watching…and then kept watching. And then was binging. And found a show – and a
manga, because I started reading when I ran out of episodes – that contained
all of my very favorite things. A big ensemble cast full to bursting with
characters that I loved. Characters who were flawed, but trying, and who were
all different. Characters who started out as sides, but, once they had room to
show their stuff, proved just as lovable as everyone else.
Here was the
kind of hero content the Marvel Cinematic Universe utterly failed to deliver to
me, and I was hooked.
Season five is
airing now, with new eps every Saturday, and it’s got me so hyped I’m rereading
chapters of the manga and rewatching favorite episodes – especially this past
week, when I’ve been laid up with the flu and feeling bad. Last night, I rewatched
“Suneater of the Big Three,” because I love Tamaki, and “Red Riot,” because I
love Kiri. Gosh, season four was good. My favorite characters are Bakugou,
Shouto, Kirishima, Endeavor, and Hawks. And Izuku. Deku. Who, at first, was a
kid I didn’t know crying too much, but who is actually the most earnest,
driven, hardworking, big-hearted sweetheart who defies all the hang-ups of the “chosen
one” trope and is just the best main character ever.
The thing
about this story – which originates in the manga and has been carried forward
in the anime – is that it unfolds slowly. Five seasons, 318 chapters, and the
kids are still in their first year at UA. It isn’t a blistering,
get-to-the-point sort of story. Thank God. I tend not to prefer those. No, this
is a thorough, varied story that has poignant, deeply emotional moments interspersed
with silliness and fluff. It’s a story about aspiring heroes who’ve dealt with
so much, but who are still very much teenagers, and of their mentors: heroes
who, while revered, are very real and flawed people. The juxtaposition of
Endeavor acknowledging his faults and beginning to atone with the knowledge
that Hawks always idolized and felt saved by him is just – chef’s kiss, truly. Deku
and Bakugou’s childhood friends, to enemies, to now respected rivals and allies
dynamic is perfection.
Not to
mention: the villains are very well-thought-out, too. Dynamic, and with very tangible
backstories. I don’t root for them at all, but you can’t help but empathize
when you see their backstories. It’s such well-rounded, compelling storytelling
throughout. I have been surprised again and again by the moments, and
characters who’ve moved me. Nighteye. Fat Gum. Aizawa. Heck, All Might. I never
expected to care so much about All Might, but I really do. I don’t really watch
scripted dramas anymore, because I can’t stand the post-modern, grimdark
approach of most. Not since binging FMA have I felt such love for a show/story.
But this isn’t
a post about BNHA. This is a post about stories. About the fact that,
sometimes, though the bigger picture isn’t clear at the outset, it’s so worth
it to start down a path and accept the fact that you’ll have to learn about
things along the way. The version of me that wondered about episode 1 didn’t
know how eager I’d be to wake up early last Saturday to watch episode 101. That
first episode – the first five, ten episodes – couldn’t account for all the
action and emotion that was to come. Because that’s the thing about long-winded
stories: they build on all that came before it. What might have seemed subtle
or confusing at first can blossom into something truly amazing. Some stories
don’t give it all away in the first five minutes. Sometimes, you have to keep
going, and the cumulative effect is something impactful and lasting that you
never expected.
That’s the
kind of story I want to write. That’s the kind of story, right now, that I am
writing. And that is why I love stories that are just a little bit fantastical and
unreal. That’s why I’m so looking forward to Blood of Wolves and Lionheart.
Because the stories I love best take their sweet, sweet time.
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