Lured by Kristine Rusch's Signals column in the IROSF - the second to last issue, alas - I've been reading through other articles in the magazine. I ran across an article with the title
Japanese Science Fiction and yes, there are references to anime and manga. I read through some of it, and then the writer speculated as to why anime has been ridiculously popular in the United States.
The writer brings up a book that suggests an influence of 9/11, and the possibility of "an apocalyptic event on a bright sunny morning." I could probably reply to this, as anime has far deeper history in this country than the attacks in 2001, and I certainly was an otaku before it, but I can understand why he thinks that.
From there I remembered the latter of the two "Artists on 9/11" and "Writers on 9/11" volumes I've been reading in small bits and pieces, suggested by Pat Brace, a professor from whom I've obtained insane amounts of Slayerverse graphic novels. On a whim, I grabbed the volume. Almost anyone that comes to mind is probably in that. Darick Robertson and Neil Gaiman are the first two that come to mind, though as of the moment I haven't got to their stories yet. I'm reading them in order.
Since meine own transformation on 3/20, I'm looking for anything with a raw intensity. The 2nd season of SAMCRO was d4mn near perfect on a level I haven't seen since Farscape's 3rd season or BSG's
Daybreak),
Flood by Andrew Vachss blows my mind and makes mich get to really like a transexual hooker named Michelle, and
Transmetropolitan shows mich precisely where I need to be, right now.
Instead of that, there's a pair of people whose works I should read further into.
The "Writers on 9/11" issue was written in 2002, if the proximity tells you anything. They're short stories, and a few are cheesy, but Dwight McDuffie's "Wednesday Afternoon" feels incredibly raw. Static, the main character, has been feeling rage, where he's not used to being helpless... which I can completely understand now. And then, when teenagers come in with a baseball bat and rip up their Arabic friend's place, Static's friend says "Great. Yesterday Pearl Harbor, today Kristallnacht?" That's astounding noir... and astounding wisdom in 2002.
There's also Klaus Janson's picture in the book, which I've stared at perhaps literally for a few hours. It's a guy standing on his apartment's balcony on the left of the page, phone in his hand, leaning outside and poised toward
something, maybe to move, maybe to help out. On the right, buildings into the distance, with a huge red and orange blotsch. Because there's a weird unsettling feeling about that image, I think that's precisely what I felt on the actual day of the attacks but didn't understand until 3/20.
I don't think I really need to read more, or post more, about this. That image was the answer I was hunting.