
The island is an isolated town enclosed by huge, unscalable walls, where the outside world is a mystery that no-one even has laid eyes on for 400 years. As its culture dies a slow death, the town’s people have forgotten how to read and write, but the children still dream of escaping, wondering what they might see on the other side, where something as vast -and as salty- as the sea seems impossible to imagine, because their town, their world, is so small, but while the children still run and laugh and dream, the adults are altogether more melancholy, long since resigned to living their lives within the shadows of the unscalable walls.
Island is a very short, one-shot manga that spans only 45 pages, yet it has a vivid and brilliant premise. The walls loom large over everything, an unrelenting reminder of what it means to live life within boundaries and without adventure, where it’s easy to slip into a routine, to work year after year at the same place, to sit in the same stupid chair every day, all without question or concern. It’s about having the courage to take that first step, not knowing what you might find on the other side, but going there anyway, because it’s fun and new and exciting.
Thanks. Somehow, despite having been a fan of Naoshi Komi’s sadly culled Double Arts, I’d managed to not read this. Right now at least it feels like the perfect case study in his merits.
That ending somehow reminds me of Double Arts’ rushed conclusion, in that we the readers are left with this mangaka whose romantic escape fantasies are only available in a sort of incipient stage. That kind of adds to the melancholy in this one-shot, but it’s somehow unsatisfying to think of the author forever in the stage where he declares for youth and joy, having been stopped dead by public indifference when trying to move that sentiment on into a bigger story.
But hell, this was just damn good.