"All this he saw, for one moment breathless and intense, vivid on the morning sky; and still, as he looked, he lived; and still, as he lived, he wondered."

Deathnote #4


deathnote 4La storia del ragazzo Light, venuto in possesso del quaderno di un dio della morte e divenuto l’epuratore sociale Kira cui la polizia giapponese e l’investigatore Elle danno la caccia, si fa sempre più intrigante e faticosa. Faticosa è la lettura – ho dovuto dilazionarla in tre riprese nonostante mi prendesse molto – a causa degli intricati dialoghi, delle continue battaglie logiche tra Light e Elle, delle vignette fitte e dense. Intrigante è il dipanarsi della trama, complicata dall’entrata in scena di un altro Kira e di nuove regole che guidano gli dei della morte e i loro quaderni. Come si uccide un dio della morte? Ci si può liberare di un quaderno? E che cosa accade dopo averlo fatto? Come funziona esattamente lo sguardo, il dono che si può acquisire rinunciando a metà della propria vita e che in cambio consente di poter uccidere con il quaderno semplicemente guardando in viso la vittima?
La mitologia moderna messa in piedi da Tsugumi Ohba si fa sempre più complessa e sfaccettata, e i disegni di Takeshi Obata le vanno dietro.

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Sabine Baring-Gould — A Christmas Tree

Tom Mountstephen was dressed in his very best—a black coat, a tie of blue satin studded with veritable planets, and in it a new zodiacal sign—a fox in full career, that formed the head of a pin. Tom’s collar was so stiffly starched and so

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6 Comments
  • brianzolitudine
    Posted at 13:50h, 13 May Reply

    Però, che mitologia complessa…

  • Damiani
    Posted at 15:39h, 13 May Reply

    ormai è un’abitudine passare di quì prima di fare un sallto in fumetteria!

    XY

  • Njord
    Posted at 07:26h, 14 May Reply

    PERO’, UN’IDEA DAVVERO CARINA!!!

  • Shelidon
    Posted at 08:34h, 15 May Reply

    Sì, è un’idea originale e il manga mi intriga molto, nonostante non sia il genere che prediligo di solito (generalmente, come avrete capito, mi oriento sull’ambientazione “di genere”, fantasy, fantascienza, gotico).

  • heraclitus
    Posted at 09:10h, 15 May Reply

    voglio anch’io quel quaderno!

  • Shelidon
    Posted at 15:30h, 18 May Reply

    Per togliere di mezzo chi, Heraclitus? *__^

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