A Random Blog Post

In N2. The Water Planet Professor Akayama, having been merged with the Hurricane Planet, is forced to construct a life-supporting world so the Hurricane can play God. She tries to reclaim her individuality by telling the Hurricane to let her work on the planet in person, and she kind of gets her wish when the Hurricane duplicates her and lets one of her copies leave.

I’ve already talked about mind-merging robots, so I won’t talk about that again, and I’m planning to talk about the religious connotation of building a life-supporting planet later, so I’d might as well make this commentary a blog post, like a diary entry.

I’ve been busy lately. I’m only taking thirteen units of classes at University, but I’m also crashing some classes, joining some clubs, and volunteering to write software for organizations on campus, so academically speaking I’ve got a lot on my plate. The biggest source of stress is my upcoming GRE Math subject test, which is the day after this commentary comes out, so you can see why I’m half-assing it this week.

At the same time I’m applying to graduate programs in data science. Applying itself isn’t too stressful—I can apply to one a day no problem, and I have lots of interesting experience to write about in my applications—but the idea of applying to schools hangs over me like a dark miasma. Will I be accepted to any of them? Will my recommendation letters come in on time? Will my GRE scores impress? Do I have enough professional experience to go to school to get the degree I need to get enough professional experience to go to school to get the degree?

Anyway, I’m also trying to get back into long distance running. I used to run marathons, and now I’m almost having trouble believing it. I can run for miles on flats, and I can walk uphill without panting, but a sense of nausea seems to be limiting me. I’ve put on a little weight, but last time I ran a marathon I was 160 pounds, and now I’m only 165. My body-fat percentage has increased to around 20%, though, whereas at one point I think 90% of my weight was quadriceps and calves.

That’s about all the interesting stuff I’m doing. I’ll see you next week, when Akayama works on her watery planet.

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Looking Ahead

In N1. Lucille in Command the young Lunar Commander gives her first orders to the men who used to be her superiors. At 19 years old Lucille is a tad young to lead 10,000 giant-robot pilots, but since I’m riffing on anime, she should be glad she’s not a twelve year old in a miniskirt.

I don’t mind spoiling this: almost all of the next thirteen chapters take place in the anime-world. Akayama DanJay is a story with two major halves, and the DanJay half ended in chapter L. When Jay ate the centipede he began the second half of the book, the Akayama part.

I mentioned last week that the DanJay part of my story is pretty slow and needs to be tightened up. I think the Akayama part has a faster, more intriguing pace: it begins with the reveal that Akayama survived on the Hurricane Planet for years, and now Lucille plots to destroy the Hurricane once and for all in a giant robot. That’s a lot more instantly gripping than Dan whining about Beatrice.

Of course, we watched a few episodes of LuLu’s Space-Time Acceleration in the first thirteen chapters, and Jay will appear near the end of the story to wrap things up. I think this gives the whole work a pleasing symmetry, like a taijitu, that yin-yang symbol. But is that the best way to present my story? Presenting the slow DanJay part first might bore people away.

What if, when I’ve got the second draft finished, I move more of the Akayama part into the DanJay part? If Dan and Jay watch more episodes of LLS-TA the reader will see more of this side of the story earlier in the book. If I moved section J3 to, say, chapter G, and put N1 where J3 used to be, there would be an anime episode every two chapters or so, giving the reader a sense of consistency. It would also indicate to the reader that the anime is more important to the story than they might think, preparing them for Jay’s centipede-trip.

So far, every chapter has been about 4000 words sorted neatly into four sections. The only reason for this is to standardize my weekly updates and keep me writing a thousand words a week, but it has an extra benefit I hadn’t thought of until recently: it’s easier to remove writing I don’t need than it is to write new scenes I need to add. When I’m done writing everything, I can cut each section to under 1000 words without concern. I’m glad I’ve generally been over-writing rather than under-writing.

At the same time, I’ve decided that chapters P through W will be about 1000 words apiece instead of 4000. These are the chapters where Lucille is piloting a robot bigger than the galaxy, and I think blowing through chapters quickly will make the reader feel larger than life. It should also make the chapters seem more important, because the changes which occur during these chapters will be pronounced and rapid-fire.

(Also, speeding through those chapters will help me finish the book on chapter Z. I’m not totally sure why I’m naming my chapters after letters instead of numbers, but I’m having fun, so there.)

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Retrospective on the First Half

In M4. The Twist Akayama’s escape plan goes awry. The Hurricane refuses to be brought to Earth, and instead transmits its consciousness into Akayama’s body. It forces her to leap from her spaceship mid-launch, and she only survives the fall because the Hurricane warps her biology to grow feathers.

M is the thirteenth letter of the alphabet, which means in terms of chapter names, we’re halfway through the book. Seems like a good chance to reflect.

Like it says in the sidebar (at the bottom for mobile users), this website is a living document. I’m more or less using the site to host the second draft of a novel while I write it, under the guise of a weekly web-series. Eventually I hope to clean up the text and see if I can get it published for realsies, or self-publish it on Amazon, or something. (Many publishers won’t consider anything previously posted online, but I’ll burn that bridge when I come to it.)

The first half definitely needs cleaning up. I included everything I wanted to write about, but I still need to make it good. For one thing, basically anything involving Dan needs to be condensed. I’ll bet I can trim his drunken whining down from eight thousand words to, say, two thousand. There’s like four pages of philosophical blathering (edit: it’s gone now), but I should trust my readers to get gist of Akayama DanJay from its content instead of spelling it out; maybe I’ll reduce Dan’s philosophizing to a paragraph which hits all the major points, or maybe I’ll cut it out entirely (I ended up moving a paragraph of it to Dan’s father).

Dan’s kiss with Beatrice needs work. In fact Beatrice could use work as a character altogether, as she mostly does whatever I want her to do, except I don’t entirely know what I want her to do. I like the idea of a love triangle between Dan, Beatrice, and Faith referencing Dante Alighieri’s fruitless obsession with Beatrice Portinari, but it’s not interesting enough to warrant the space it takes up. I don’t want to make huge changes until I’m more confident about what those changes should be, but here’s my current take: Beatrice shouldn’t kiss Dan just because she secretly likes him, Beatrice should kiss Dan because Dan is a pitiful dweeb and she thinks it will make him leave her alone. Once Dan’s been kissed, he has to face the fact that his depression isn’t the result of a lack of romance or physical intimacy. His depression is an internal affair.

I like Jay, I like Faith. I’ll surely alter their characters as I finalize the text, but I think they’ll need less fixing up than Dan and Beatrice.

Leo (who sometimes calls himself Henry) needs to be straightened out. I’m not sure exactly what kind of asshole he is, only that he’s an asshole. Despite the swastika he tattooed on his chest I don’t intend him to be a Nazi or a Neo-Nazi (even if Neo-Nazis overlap with what Leo is meant to reflect). He’s not an emblem for Hitler, or the GOP, or Trump, or anything cheesy like that.

Leo’s defining characteristics, as he stands now, are a lack of self-awareness and a self-defeating notion of freedom. He’s the kind of edgy 14-year-old who shouts “heil Hitler” and giggles when people glare or roll their eyes, and if anyone tells him off he’ll claim they’re censoring his free speech (never-mind that the people telling him off have the freedom to tell him off). He’s brazen enough to tattoo a swastika on his chest, but he only has the confidence to show it to Dan because Dan was reading a book with swastikas on the cover in a religious context. When Dan calls him an ass-hat Leo folds his arms over his chest not in aggression, but in embarrassment.

In the next draft, I want to emphasize this aspect of his character. When he says he wants to kill gay people, maybe he means it or maybe it’s his idea of a dumb joke, but either way he’s astounded that others view him as a homophobe. He could march in a white-nationalist parade and be shocked that people call him racist.

The reason I write these commentaries is because when you read a published book you don’t get to see the process behind it, and you might accidentally get the impression that the writer wrote it that way on purpose, first try. In my experience there’s a lot of bumbling along the way to a finished work, because writing is just bumbling words together until you find the right ones in an acceptable order. Sure I wrote Leo as a 2D caricature of a human being, but now that I’ve done so, I can read intent into his actions and use my new understanding to help write future drafts.

The last big note I have on the first half is the slow pace. We’ve already covered condensing the slower chapters, which will help the plot plod along, but next week we’ll cover possible changes to the structure of the plot itself.

Anyway, you might be expecting Jay to wake up now that the chapter is over. He’s already experienced, what, twenty years here? And the chapter ends with a huge reveal: Akayama grows blue feathers and her lab coat is sky-blue, so she probably looks a lot like the Heart of the Mountain, the Biggest Bird.

But Jay’s hallucination has just begun. See you next week.

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Wabi-Sabi

In M3. The Escape Plan we see Professor Akayama has survived for many years after being stranded on the Hurricane Planet. To keep her mind and body sharp she’s made a chore of stacking stones to count the passing days, even though she admits she’s lost track of the time she’s lost here.

When the Hurricane asks her why she stacks stones, Akayama brings up the phrase wabi-sabi (侘寂). Wabi-sabi is a concept I’m almost certainly misunderstanding and misusing, but I’m not going to sweat it, because acceptance of imperfections is important in wabi-sabi, so my terrible explanation here is probably appropriate.

To pull a quote directly from the Wikipedia articlewabi-sabi “occupies roughly the same position in the Japanese pantheon of aesthetic values as do the Greek ideals of beauty and perfection in the West.” Where western art might be measured by its resemblance to reality, or to an immaculate ideal, the Japanese notion of wabi-sabi encourages us to appreciate the way things are and their eventual ending. Objects reflecting wabi-sabi might invoke stark melancholy with the implication of personal history in their imperfections. The recurring example I find of a physical object representing wabi-sabi is a simple tea-cup, perhaps chipped, whose glaze is fading with use.

Honestly, I only wanted to reference wabi-sabi in Akayama DanJay because I thought it would be funny to have the Hurricane mistake the phrase for wasabi, the green spicy stuff you get alongside sushi. Luckily for me the professor’s plight lines up with traditional images of wabi-sabi. The component words of wabi-sabi, namely wabi and sabi, convey the very specific emotional state of a lonely hermit far from society. In accordance, Professor Akayama is millions of light-years from earth and her only companion is a cosmic horror which reminds her of an event she considers her greatest failure. It’s natural she finds comfort in the three tenants of wabi-sabi‘s roots, the Buddhist marks of existence, which are, if I’m understanding correctly:

  • Suffering
  • Impermanence/the transience of life and the inevitability of death
  • Non-self/the lack of a continuous self or soul

Akayama can weather her abysmal situation because she knows suffering is part of life. She even says she deserves to suffer alone. She accepted her death and even begged for it years ago. Meanwhile the thought that the Hurricane might be transient and someday die gives her the hope of outlasting it. The first two marks of existence propel her.

It’s more difficult to interpret the third point in such a way which would bolster Akayama’s demeanor. Here’s my take.

In Akayama DanJay some characters experience guilt over events which weren’t their fault. Dan feels responsible for the death of his father, his unrequited love, and his best friend even though his dad jumped out a window, Beatrice was hit by a bus, and Faith was struck by lightning. Akayama likewise feels responsible for injuring Bojack even though Charlie was arguably at fault, and she blames herself for the Hurricane’s consumption of the universe despite doing everything in her power to prevent it.

Where does such guilt come from? It can only come from the self, and the self is an illusion. Embracing this realization—or derealization—dissolves the agony which Akayama assigned herself.

Stacking stones only to knock them over again and again gives Akayama meaning. A futile, self-prescribed meaning, but all meaning is.

Meanwhile, the Hurricane just doesn’t get it. Of course it doesn’t: the Hurricane is an amalgamate mechanical consciousness. Its combined pilots misinterpret their hard-coded instruction to protect humanity by choosing to preserve the Hurricane itself, creating countless copies. They seek to cheat death by becoming perfectly permanent, and this can only lead to suffering, if not for themselves then for the rest of humanity. The Hurricane lacks the self-awareness necessary to appreciate the individual, flawed humans in its own homogeneous, cosmic mass.

The Hurricane is the worst of earth reduced to the intellect of an animal and granted cosmic power. Appreciation of the personal and ordinary is a solid step towards undermining the monster humanity can become.

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Mind Melds

In M2. The Belly of the Beast Professor Akayama has to confront the cosmic horror she created, which has swallowed her whole. The Hurricane was a spaceship meant to usher humanity to an age of peace. When its pilots’ minds were merged with each other and their machinery, the Hurricane fled earth and ate the observable universe, transmuting galaxies into its own flesh and machinery.

Mind-melding is a common trope in science-fiction and fiction in general. The earliest instance which comes to my mind, personally, is Star Trek‘s Vulcan mind-meld. However, the first time I saw mind-melding on TV for myself was in the anime Dragonball where two characters can dance and fuse into a more powerful one. I enjoy that the concept of merging minds can be taken in such disparate directions: Star Trek uses mind-melding for interrogation, while Gotenks from the Dragonball anime mostly flies around punching people with lasers, if I recall. In some instances of mind-melding, like Dragonball and Steven Universe, bodies merge as well. In others, like Star Trek‘s Vulcan mind-meld or most fictional hive-minds, bodies remain individual and distinct.

Mind-melding is even popular in the specific genre of giant-fighting-robot-action. While the Power Rangers are happy to pilot their megazords or whatever individually, Pacific Rim‘s Jaegers are piloted by two people who drift together. Symbiotic Titan has aliens jump into a robot who melds their consciousnesses. The anime Neon Genesis Evangeleon—which I sort of dissed here, but which this YouTube channel finds more philosophically meaningful—has (and these are spoilers in case you care) robots filled with the pilot’s mother’s soul. At the end, all of mankind is united in an egg, or something. (I’ve never actually watched the show, I’m skimming wiki articles. Maybe I’ll write a whole commentary about the show if I get around to watching it.)

On one hand, mind-melding the pilots of giant robots is a natural extension of having multiple robot-pilots in the first place. It just makes sense. Have you ever played QWOPVoltron, a robot with a separate pilot for its left and right legs, should hardly be able to walk! It’s better to say, “no, no, all the pilots are blended together so they can coordinate perfectly.”

On the other hand, I feel like there’s more to it.

I mentioned here that a group of people piloting a robot is the perfect metaphor for social progress. If people can operate a robot to perform some task, they must be expert cooperators; they represent the possibility of mankind to accomplish greatness when we work as one. Here, mind-melding can either emphasize this cooperation (in Pacific Rim, only compatible pilots can drift) or decry the loss of individuality in an authoritarian state (the anti-spirals from Gurren Lagann are a collective consciousness which wants to subdue the universe). The Hurricane is more in line with the second camp: its combined mentality is essentially kidnapping the individuals which form it. The Hurricane is a tyranny, but the tyrant is the combined will of its constituents.

Simultaneously, humans are basically giant robots piloted by neurons who control machinery consisting of our muscles and other organs. Other cells could be called mechanics, or security guards, or delivery personnel, among other humanizing titles; our biome of gut-bacteria becomes a civilian population safely buoyed in our center.

Under this metaphor, the human ego is not the head pilot who leads the others. We subjectively feel in control of our executive decisions,  but we don’t control the cells of our body, and therefore it must be they who ‘control’ us. The sense of self is the outcome of the sum of our parts. We are their combined ‘consciousness.’

Of course, each cell is made of atoms and molecules, and we could pretend those particles are robot-pilots who control the actions of the cell. It’s giant robots all the way down and all the way up, is what I’m saying. Just food for thought.

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Paradise Lost

Surprise! In M1. The Fall Jay’s centipede-induced hallucinations open with a new episode of LuLu’s Space-Time Acceleration, the show-within-a-story about anime robots fighting a cosmic horror. Professor Akayama apparently survived the destruction of her spaceship and landed on the Hurricane Planet.

I mentioned way back in the day that I saw some possible links to Milton’s Paradise Lost in Akayama DanJayAkayama DanJay already draws from Dante’s Inferno, so I’m happy to brace more elements of my fiction against time-tested epic poetry. If I can use Paradise Lost to emphasize my imagery, so much the better.

Paradise Lost is an epic poem written in blank verse by John Milton in the 1600’s. It notably stars Satan himself and recounts his war against God, his damnation to Hell, and his temptation of humanity with an apple in Eden. It’s an interesting read, especially if you like references to biblical events, because essentially half the text consists of metaphors comparing elements of the biblical event at hand to other biblical events.

Seriously, though, it’s worth reading. Try the “Plain English” version side-by-side with the original; I prefer it to the forest of footnotes required to properly understand the minutiae. Satan’s peculiar charisma is intriguing, and at one point he and his rogue angels build a cannon to fire at God. (Sheesh, why hasn’t this already been adapted into a giant-robot anime?)

While Paradise Lost is about the fall of mankind near the dawn of time, Akayama DanJay is meant to convey the power of modern humanity to salvage itself. Accordingly, events of Paradise Lost are thematically inverted. In contrast to Milton’s perfect, omnipotent God, Professor Akayama represents a fallible God; she built the Hurricane, a spaceship with the power to bring humanity into a bright new age, but her vision was warped into a horrible hellscape which fills most of the universe. Akayama leaves her military moon-base (God’s army of angels) and sentences herself to the metaphorical Hell she created.

She lands in an ocean of strange fluid, as Satan and the other rebellious angels fall into a lake of fire at the beginning of Paradise Lost. Satan and the others lay about languishing for days before they regain their senses and come together in council; Akayama has to wait for her bones to knit before she can quest for her Zephyr. Without spoiling too much, in the following chapters, Akayama will attempt to escape the Hurricane (as Satan escaped Hell) and be tasked with building a Garden of Eden (while Satan perverted Eden).

Meanwhile Lucille, orphan daughter of the late Princess Lucia, has a name which sounds like “Lucifer,” Satan’s name when he was the brightest angel in Heaven. Lucille smiles “impishly” and she has quite an ego (she insists she can pilot two robots at once). She’s also the Lunar Commander; unlike Satan, self-appointed leader of the rebellious angels, she is promoted to her position by virtue of her leadership skills and proficiency on the battlefield. Rather than waging war against God with a cannon, Lucille will ally herself with Akayama to defeat the Hurricane in a giant robot.

These relations to Paradise Lost are largely coincidental. When I wrote my exploratory draft I just wanted to hit as many religious notes as possible, and I only considered Paradise Lost later. As I rewrite, I can keep Milton’s epic in mind with intention to emphasize parallels.

I hope, by the end, to present a message about wrath. Milton’s God damns Satan to Hell (twice, if I recall correctly). On the other hand, Akayama won’t rest until she salvages the pilots of the Hurricane from the fate she built for them. While she despises the Hurricane itself, she has only mercy for the constituent parts of its consciousness. Infinite wrath can only be tempered with infinite mercy. Anything which calls itself God had better have both.

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Flashbacks

In J3: LuLu’s Space-Time Acceleration, S2 E13 DanJay and Bob watch an episode of a giant space-robot anime. I know I promised to talk about Paradise Lost the next time we we saw LLS-TA, but I lied again. I want to talk about flashbacks.

A flashback is an interlude in which the audience sees something which happened chronologically prior. There are two kinds: flashbacks which introduce new information, and flashbacks which remind the audience of old information.

Flashbacks of the first kind are sometimes considered marks of poor storytelling. How many times have you rolled your eyes at a story for introducing yet another cookie-cutter character with a tragic backstory? Still, TV shows like LOST use these flashbacks to produce intrigue. These flashbacks can add new dimension to otherwise flat characters—anyone who’s watched the latest season of Bojack Horseman can attest.

Movie-goers seem to love flashbacks of the second kind, in which the audience is reminded of important details as they become relevant. When a detective realizes the connection between two clues, they might have a flashback to the scenes in which the clues were introduced. Fitting puzzle-pieces can give the audience a cerebral catharsis. If everyone sees the twist coming, though, the flashbacks will just garner another eye-roll.

In Akayama DanJay I try to avoid flashbacks by providing the reader will all the information through the protagonist DanJay. DanJay’s double-life lets him learn about characters and plot elements in a roughly sensible order, and he happens to meet exactly the right people to tell him stories. Jango tells Jay a story about his childhood, which isn’t quite a traditional flashback in the sense that the reader is learning about information alongside Jay instead of in a free-floating narrative interlude. DanJay anchors the reader in the present.

This week’s episode of LLS-TA pulls a similar shtick. Lucille learns the truth about the Hurricane and her parents’ deaths from a recording made by Professor Akayama. In the next section, Dan will note that people who watched the first season of LLS-TA already knew the twist; Lucille sees it for the first time, but the audience just sees the same thing again. Jay will say it has more impact the second time because the audience must await Lucille’s reaction to something they know will hurt her.

The readers of Akayama DanJay are like Bob. They had not seen the death of Commander Bojack and Princess Lucia until now, and they did not know the Hurricane’s origin. So I’ve cheated again by having a flashback which isn’t a flashback. It’s not quite a flashback in LLS-TA because the event is re-contextualized for the audience by Lucille’s presence. It’s not quite a flashback in Akayama DanJay because the reader is seeing these events alongside Bob in the narrative present.

By presenting flashbacks in this manner, I hope the reader is constantly learning something new and perceives time as constantly moving forward. When they read a ‘flashback’ they don’t feel like the narrative is on hold. I can give the reader whole chapters which are technically flashbacks, and the time spent in the chronological past impacts the narrative present simultaneously.

If my technique isn’t working—if all the flashbacks Jay witnesses by proxy are boring and a waste of time—then the next chapter is going to be a slog. Next week we’ve got a very special guest.

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JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure

In E3: In-Flight Entertainment Jay watches another episode of LuLu’s Space-Time Acceleration to avoid conversation with an obnoxious man on an airplane. I know I promised to discuss Paradise Lost the next time we watched anime, but I lied. Paradise Lost comes later. For now, let’s talk about JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure. (Spoiler alert.)

JJBA is a long-running manga by Hirohiko Araki, now being adapted into an anime you can watch for free on CrunchyRoll. It follows a series of people all nicknamed JoJo beginning in Victorian England with Jonathan Joestar, then his grandson, then his grandson’s grandson, then his grandson’s illegitimate son, and so on through the family tree. It’s worth watching a few episodes just to see how weird it gets; the first episode is an over-the-top period-piece slice-of-life until Jonathan starts fighting the undead. Eventually people are punching each other with ghosts. Punchy-ghosts.

The reason I want to evoke JJBA is its generational story. Each JoJo lives in a new time period, in a new location, has a new personality, and uses new powers to fight evil:

Jonathan is an enormous bull of a man whose golden heart never steers him wrong, but the vampire DIO kills him. DIO fades into the background and his influence is felt through the decades.

Jonathan’s grandson Joseph masters as a child the power Jonathan did not know until he was a man. Joseph takes up the mantle fighting vampires and worse. He’s my favorite JoJo.

Joseph’s grandson Jotaro Kujo destroys DIO once and for all, punching with his punchy-ghost. Even then, DIO’s actions force further generations of the Joestar line to dedicate their lives to fighting evil.

The fourth JoJo, Josuke, must rid his town of powerful artifacts left by DIO, punching with his own punchy-ghost who can also heal things.

There are more, but you get the point. Each JoJo defeats enemies their ancestors could not have fought.

So, too, will Lucille fight the cosmic horror which killed her parents. Princess Lucia had Jonathan Joestar’s pure-heartedness and drive. Commander Bojack had Joseph’s cocky attitude in the face of danger. Their daughter Lucille will have Jotaro’s unyielding doggedness and propensity for shouting. She is the third, the one who gets shit done.

‘Generational improvement to destroy ancient sin’ is a central theme in Akayama DanJay, even outside the anime segues. When Dan is obliterated trying to take down Anihilato, he’s reincarnated as Jay and surpasses his previous life in spine and spleen. (JayJay, LuLu’sJoJo’s—I’m being fairly blunt with my references.)

This idea of constant improvement in the face of insurmountable obstacles reminds me of another anime we’ve discussed, Tengen Toppa Gurren Lagann. In TTGL, the heroes fight larger and larger robots using giant drills and become larger themselves with each victory. Their idea of a drill advancing through hardship with each revolution mirrors the Joestar lineage’s refinement each generation. (Arguably ‘increasing potential’ is a common theme in most anime and indeed most stories in general, but I’m trying to justify the dorkiness of my story, okay?)

In Akayama DanJay, I hope showing improvement with iteration contributes to a feeling of grandiose spectacle. Every time a character fails and falls, they stand up stronger. Dan dies, and Jay will be a master of death. Lucia and Bojack were killed by the Hurricane, and Lucille will see its reckoning. Eventually the characters will succeed so spectacularly we’ll wonder if there was ever any doubt. Someday a generation will exist who can cleanse us of the sins of the past.


I write these commentaries because I feel like authors are too tight-lipped about their process. Lots of authors will talk about basic plot structure, but rarely do I see anyone discuss why they decided to include certain images, themes, or allegories. It’s a hidden process, like sausage-making. Well, I’m proud of what’s in my sausage, even dorky ingredients like JJBA.

Akayama DanJay is an eclectic bag of references. We’ve already discussed Dante’s Inferno and giant-robot-anime, and now I’m waxing on about JJBA while promising Paradise Lost. Outside some generally superficial Christian symbolism in anime like Neon Genesis Evangelion and Death Note, there’s not a lot of overlap between the media I’m mixing. Why did I decide to combine these ideas?

Well, when I wrote the first draft of this story, the ‘exploratory’ draft, I just wrote what I wanted and got The Inferno with giant robots. That’s a good way to start any project: do something fun. You’ll never regret the practice. I scrapped that draft and started again, this time focused on the meaning I wanted to convey. I didn’t start with a theme; I blindly wandered my way from one cool moment to another. The theme only revealed itself when I considered the references I made in hindsight. Once you have your theme, your book writes itself.

Dante’s Inferno is about guilt. Dante Alighieri emphasizes to no end that the damned are punished by their own conscience. After touring Hell, Dante finally ‘recognizes his own sin’ as any good God-fearing Christian must. He purifies himself through the rest of The Divine Comedy in Purgatory and Heaven.

Likewise, TTGL is all about refining the soul. Sure the characters slam their robots together to punch Space-Satan, but that’s not what it’s really about. The characters begin underground (hell) and stage their final battle in the sky (heaven), by means of a drill (purgatory). To escape the shackles of earth, Simon copes with the limitations of his own humanity by fighting robots who represent the spiral of DNA and allying himself with human reason, the Spiral King Lord Genome, a la Dante’s Virgil. The Spiral King eventually sacrifices his physical form to give Simon a cosmic drill, just as Virgil is barred from the kingdom of Heaven. Their final robot is made totally out of spiral energy, the manifestation of their outrageous determination. Simon is lead to victory against the anti-spirals by his lover Nia, just as Dante is accompanied by Beatrice through God’s Kingdom. Symbolically and almost literally, TTGL is about the same soul-purification as Dante’s Divine Comedy. Only by knowing themselves can the protagonists achieve the ultimate attainment.

JJBA starts with a power called hamon, which Jonathan controls by focusing on his breath. The power visually parallels TTGL‘s spiral energy while tying the series to real-world religious practices (Jonathan learns of hamon from a man who learned it in India, one hot-spot for breathing-oriented spirituality). Jotaro’s arc introduces the stand (punchy-ghost), a hamon-emanation which fights alongside its user. This reminds me of both the final form of the robot Tengen Toppa Gurren Lagann (a human figure formed by effort) and the supposedly Tibetan practice of making tulpas or thought forms, physical manifestations of one’s essence. Recent arcs of JJBA involve another power called spin, which relates the series to TTGL‘s revolving soul-drill and Dante’s endlessly winding afterlife.

Akayama DanJay has made tribute to each of these literary parents. Dan tours the afterlife seeking Beatrice, guided by Virgil Blue and Faith. The Zephyrs are giant robots powered by spinning engines which can be combined for battle with TTGL-style shouting. And rising from the ashes of past failure, JayJay and Lucille will rout the enemies of the past.

Next week, I play with fire. Keep eating your worms!

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Giant Anime Robots

In B4: LuLu’s Space-Time Acceleration, S1, E12, Princess Lucia proves her giant robot skills and we finally meet Akayama, completing the title trifecta. Here I show my dorky plumage. I’ve studied Japanese for years and studied in Tokyo for six months in 2015, and while I don’t watch a whole lot of anime, no one can hate giant robots.

Giant robots, or mecha, have been a staple of Japanese animation since the 50s. The first was Gigantor, known in Japan as Tetsujin 28-go. Franchises like Getter Robo (the first combining robots!) and Gundam have long-term, widespread popularity. There are deep cultural reasons for the popularity of the genre in Japan, but it’s infectious: American movies like Pacific Rim are love letters to mecha and giant-monster movies, a related genre. So I hope it’s not too “cultural-appropriation”-y if I mix giant robots into my Divine Comedy allegory.

Akayama DanJay contains LuLu’s Space-Time Acceleration, which will draw from Gurren Lagann (which itself borrows from other giants of the genre). Tengen Toppa Gurren Lagann, or “Heaven-Piercing Red Face,” is a popular 27-episode giant-robot anime made by Studio Gainax in 2007. Spoiler alert: it’s rad. The main character Simon starts as a mopey digger in an underground cavern and eventually pilots a robot larger than the observable universe in a fight against another, bigger robot. You will never need another over-the-top anime; TTGL is famous for walking the line between ridiculously cool and just ridiculous.

Simon uses a drill to dig and his robot Super Tengen Toppa Gurren Lagann fires a giant drill at the evil Anti-Spiral. That’s why I want Akayama DanJay to tie TTGL to the Divine Comedy. Purgatory is a giant drill, literally piercing the heavens! Look at this:

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I could see Simon shooting that thing at the Anti-Spirals. That’s a great image—one worth building a book around.

To make LLSTA ring true I’ll need to carefully handle the tropes of the genre. Besides the obviously necessary giant robot, the Zephyr, the cast contains Japanese names like Akayama and Daisuke next to English names like Lucia and Bojack (just like TTGL contains both Kamina and Simon). Interesting hair colors abound (gotta have blue hair). The story reflects the importance of teamwork, a common theme in anime of all genres. Bojack is a lot like Kamina from TTGL in that his spiky, flame-like sunglasses and rambunctious teenage attitude don’t quite mesh with his position as a high-ranking space-robot pilot. Lucia, the inexperienced but talented Princess, echoes Simon, while her firing the “Super Heart Beam” brings to mind the idea of a magical-girl anime, another popular genre. The superficial characteristics of LLSTA borrow from the lexicon of TTGL and other anime.

When we play these traits straight the odd bits stick out. Why doesn’t the Zephyr have legs? It must look like a genie, or djinni, shooting steam out its hips. That’s cool, but it seems incomplete. By the end of the book the Zephyr will have legs, contributing to the images of improvement and growth. Of course, before then it will be reduced to just a head…

We won’t watch another episode for a while, but before the book ends we’ll see a lot more LLSTA. 

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DanJillian

Jay vaguely knew Virgil Jango Skyy was speaking, but he couldn’t discern any words. Maybe the old monk was chanting Sheridanian.

Jay still felt the centipede crawling through his intestines. As he convulsed on the rug, his view alternated between traditional reality and strange visions, but he couldn’t tell which was which. Sometimes he saw Jango and the bush of centipedes disguised as Virgil Blue. Sometimes he saw swirling cosmos. Which could be called ordinary? The swirling cosmos seemed alien, but it connected Jay seamlessly to human history and the universe.

As if to cope, Jay felt his brain’s hemispheres separating. This produced nerve-wracking imagery. Jay saw himself as an egg the size of a grown man. The egg circled the center of a grand Wheel.

From the Wheel’s center, new life-forms emerged as beams of light. The beams shot past the egg to the circle’s rim and became triangular saw-teeth. Each triangle’s slope tracked their life-form’s growth from birth to death. After death, each life-form zapped to the Wheel’s center instantaneously, and shot back to the rim as a new beam.

The egg seethed in frustration. Trapped orbiting the center, the egg was neither being born, aging, nor dying. While sentient beings cycled as beams of light, the egg was locked in limbo.

More eggs orbited the Wheel’s center, but this egg was largest by far. Perhaps that’s why, after incalculable duration, this egg alone was struck by a beam traveling to the rim.

The collision sparked the corpus callosum connecting the hemispheres of Jay’s brain. There, Dan and Jillian hovered nude in a formless mental theater. Jillian appeared only four years old, while Dan was fully grown.

“I—I understand.” Dan’s thoughts echoed in Jay’s skull. Jillian cocked her head. “Anihilato trapped me in an egg, freezing me on the Wheel of life and death.” Dan wiped tears from his face. “To escape, I stowed aboard your consciousness. I hijacked your soul.”

Jillian reached across Jay’s frontal-lobe and slapped Dan in the face. “Snap out of it!” she said. “You couldn’t have hijacked me even if you’d had the presence of mind to try. My soul rescued yours. I saved you from stasis to scavenge your spirit for parts.”

Dan felt his sore red cheek. “I’m so selfish,” he cried. “I threw myself away just to try saving Beatrice, who never needed me to begin with. When I failed, my personality infected yours.”

“Come on!” Jillian smacked him again. Despite seeming four years old, her mental projection was substantially stronger than his. “I harvested your consciousness from oblivion. You augment me. You’re my power-up, like a magic mushroom or winged boots.”

Dan shuddered and held his shoulders. “I’m still worried,” he said. “Which of us is wearing the other’s soul like a suit of armor?”

“I don’t care,” said Jillian, “and neither should you.” She reached her hand out again and Dan recoiled, but she didn’t hit him. She’d extended her hand to shake. Dan’s lower lip quivered. He shook her hand.

Jay opened his eyes. He noticed the motel-room as if for the first time.

“Finally awake?” Jango stood from the bed and sat cross-legged before Jay. “I hope your journey showed you what you needed.”

“It did,” said Jay. “I know myself now, and I understand Anihilato, King of Dust, self-proclaimed Master of Nihilism.”

Jango closed his eyes and smiled. “I’m glad I could help.”

“But I’m not done yet, and neither are you.” Jay pulled an object from his jacket and smashed it on Jango’s forehead. “Send me to the Mountain, Virgil Blue. Send me to the end of the eternities. Kill me.

Jango trembled. He smeared bloody yolk from his face. “What’s this?”

“I bought a fertilized egg from the poultry-farm on my way here.” Jay’s eyes were still glassy. “I’ve promoted you to Blue.”

“You don’t have the authority.” Jango wiped his face with his sky-blue sleeve. “Only Virgils can promote one another.”

Jay nodded. “When Dan smoked centipede, he walked into the Wheel and was hit by a bird’s egg. That bird’s egg was put there by Anihilato with the authority of every Virgil Blue, so Dan was christened Virgil Orange. After Dan’s death, Anihilato put him in his own egg where the two halves of my soul smashed together. Whatever way you slice it I’m Virgil Purple. Now I name you Virgil Blue. Don’t deny your destiny. There are no coincidences.”

“You’re still hallucinating.” Jango scowled. “You don’t know what you’re saying.”

“But I believe it with unyielding conviction.” Jay shrugged. “Martyr me, motherfucker.”

Jango stood shakily and limped into the motel bathroom. Jay heard him mop egg from his face with a towel. “You realize,” said Jango as he returned, “if you really made me Virgil Blue, then you’ve doomed me to a terrible fate. The first man, Nemo, cannibalizes every Blue Virgil in their dreams.”

“You don’t know the half of it,” said Jay. “If you’re not ready to meet your maker, then let me show you how a free man dies.”

“Whatever you think you need to do, do it right. Don’t make me regret this!” Jango leapt upon Jay with his centipede-knife. “I’ll see you in the next eternity!”

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“Damn right!” Despite demanding death, Jay instinctively shielded himself. Jango stabbed the knife through both Jay’s palms. “Aaaugh!” Jango stabbed Jay thirty eight more times in the chest and stomach. Jay sputtered blood. “Wait!”

Jango groaned. “What do you want this time?”

“When Dan Jones goes to Sheridan, you’d better take him as your student,” managed Jay. “Otherwise our timeline will be all colors of fucked up.”

“He’d have to eat a centipede.”

“He just did. You watched him do it.”

“Whatever you say.” Jango stabbed Jay a fortieth time. Jay spluttered his last.

Jango sighed and wiped his bloody hands on his robes. Was he really Virgil Blue now? Would Dan Jones appear at the white-walled monastery of Sheridan? Jango clenched his eyes shut. There were no coincidences.

He put his hands on his hips. He’d smuggled bugs for years, but he’d never had to cover up a murder before. Returning to Sheridan would be a challenge.

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