
By Kyoko Ariyoshi
CMX
Rating: E for Everyone

It must have been 2006 when I cornered the CMX rep at New York Comic Con. “Hey Mister,” I said desperately, “whatever happens, you gotta promise me you’ll finish releasing Swan.” He chuckled and said something like, “That’s odd… you’re the third person who’s said that to me today.” Then he promised he’d finish it. With just six volumes of Swan left to go, CMX died and broke that promise. I’ve learned a lot of Japanese since 2006, but perhaps not enough to read Swan. (I bought a bunkoban rerelease in Japanese, but the furigana are too small to read on bumpy subway rides.)
I ought to mention up front that I don’t know anything about ballet. I never took a single lesson as a kid. Sure, I saw “The Nutcracker” at Lincoln Center, but it was only after reading Swan. I’m no expert in classical music, but I bought a “Swan Lake” album after reading this manga.
I fell in love with Swan not because it’s about ballet, but because it’s so hardcore about it. The dancers sweat as hard and compete as ruthlessly as any athlete in a sports manga. They work on their acting with as much attention to detail as Maya in Glass Mask. (Glass Mask is an equally hardcore ’70s manga about acting. The Glass Mask 2005 anime adaptation is now available now—go buy it!)
Swan is the tasty manga equivalent of gritty American films from the 1970s. It is the Taxi Driver or the Apocalypse Now of ballet manga. In other words, it is a classic title that belongs on everyone’s “Must Read” list. I’ve put Swan on my “Best of the Year” manga lists for years.
Maybe it’s my fault CMX went under (not really) because it took me six years to write this review. I wanted this review to be so amazing that Swan would become a huge smash hit and go to reprint 10,000 times. CMX could have supported all of their other titles on the cash. Obviously, one lone internet reviewer cannot wield that much power. Because I wanted to write a perfect review, I let my fear of failure stop me from writing it at all. (Besides, Shaenon Garrity’s Swan review was pretty good already.)
Now I’m writing this from the perspective of license rescue. Hello, prospective publishers: Swan is the perfect license rescue. It might not have the pop culture audience of Yotsuba&! or Gunslinger Girl, but I’ve heard Swan is huge in the library market. It’s rated “E” for everyone. There is no objectionable content. It’s about ballet. Girls love ballet. Girls love to read. It’s like shooting fish in a barrel.
But wait! When I say this is rated “E for Everyone” I need to clarify that this is a series that everyone should read. Even testosterone fans like Daryl Surat of Anime World Order love this title because Swan is so girly it goes all the way around the circle from feminine to masculine again.
Plus, it is educational without being heavy-handed or boring. We’re given the story and some historical information about each ballet featured in the manga, but it never seems like a lecture. We need to know the story behind each ballet as much as the protagonist does. Kyoko Ariyoshi never lectures her audience. Footnotes help out with some of the French ballet terms, especially early on. There are even references to real-life dancers and choreographers. Dame Margot Fonteyn makes an appearance, and in another volume Ariyoshi indirectly recommends the 1977 film The Turning Point.
If you’ve never read Swan, older volumes are a pain to find, so I recommend picking up volumes 13 through 15 (or start with 12). The series doesn’t exactly reboot, but the break in continuity is so great that if you missed the first half you’ll be OK. Volumes 1-12 are about classical ballet, but in volume 13 the protagonist moves to New York City and starts studying modern dance. (If you don’t know anything about modern dance, don’t worry, neither does Masumi.) There are new love interests and a fresh cast of characters so you don’t need to be familiar with volumes 1-12.
The art of Swan is freaking amazing. During ballet sequences Ariyoshi illustrates time in gorgeous cinematic sequences, following the dancers’ movements in trails across the page. Drawn in the experimental 1970s, Ariyoshi experiments with panel layout. Masumi’s worries and fears break out of square borders into explosive layouts. Even through the psychedelic sequences, everything stays legible. Reading across a page of Swan is much less confusing than picking your way through the randomly scattered dialog bubbles of modern shojo.
If you think today’s shojo heroines have sparkly eyes, think again. Although throwing a star-shape or even box-shaped reflections into characters’ pupils has been standard since the beginning of shojo in the 1950s, Swan takes it to a whole new level. The more beautiful Masumi’s dance is, the more her eyes are obscured with eyelashes and sparkles. And Masumi’s got nothing on the angelic Lilliana, a rival dancer so unearthly people call her a living angel. Sometimes Lilliana’s eyes completely disappear, replaced entirely with sparkles.
Younger readers probably won’t notice the star filter effect. Star filters haven’t been used in movies or TV in America since the 1970s, but Swan is full of star filter lighting effects. Somehow they come off less hokey in black and white than they do in color movies.
In another weird bit of ’70s awesomeness, Super Deformed mode is nothing like modern chibis. When we see Masumi simplified, sticking out her tongue and being goofy, she looks like a dead ringer for chibi moments in Phil Foglio’s comics from the same time period. It’s fascinating to see how little comedic moments have changed over the years.
I find all the throwback ’70s artwork a charming addition to my Swan reading experience. It makes me feel like I’m reading manga from a time when shojo was real shojo (and small furry creatures from Alpha Centauri were real small furry creatures from Alpha Centauri).
Modern shojo often focuses on the small emotional interactions of the protagonist with a boy she likes. Swan, like other shojo from the 1970s, is a story on a grand scale. It isn’t just about Masumi’s personal struggle, Swan is about Japanese ballet dancers making a debut on the world stage. Masumi trains with and competes against the Soviets and Americans, who, during the Cold War, were the best of the best. In the two different worldwide competitions, Masumi competes against and befriends characters from England, Germany, Cuba, and Monaco.
Outwardly, the art is very “girly,” but at the core of the story is another very feminine quality. Despite Masumi’s nearly unbelievable success in the world of ballet, she has low self-esteem about it. She is never vain or gets a big head about it. Instead, Masumi is quick to praise other dancers while she berates herself for being weak or worse. Fortunately, she never goes too far with the self-abuse. Instead, Masumi focuses on her love of dance. An overconfident protagonist might be less fun to read about; a protagonist with lower self-esteem would be grating.
Masumi’s lack of self-confidence leads to some bizarre, yet entertaining behavior. In one competition Masumi is so nervous she goes hysterically deaf (yes, you read that right: hysterically deaf). She pulls off her performance on the verge of a total mental breakdown. Before another performance, Masumi becomes so hysterical that her dance teacher slaps her, and points to the stage doors: “If you’ve had enough, then there’s no need for you to suffer any longer! Toss out your toe shoes and get out of here!! The exit is that way!!”"
This is shojo, so there is romance, but it constantly takes a backseat to dance. Masumi has a crush on Kyogoko’s boyfriend, but can’t do anything about it. Other boys have crushes on Masumi, who fails to notice until the moment they kiss her. The romance is the lowest priority in the story.
As protagonists go, Masumi doesn’t have a strong personality. We get a little of her backstory, but never too much. It’s a little hard to get a sense of Masumi as an individual. This works to put the reader in Masumi’s place. We experience everything with her, through her eyes and in her head. Masumi’s lack of a strong presence as an individual makes it easy for the reader to put themselves into the story instead. Masumi’s narration of her emotions work to tell us what it would be like to dance in her place. I’ve never danced ballet, but I felt like I have, thanks to Swan.
The pages I’ve selected below are from volume 14, after Masumi moves to New York. In the New York volumes, Masumi dances across city skylines that make me simultaneously homesick and nostalgic for New York, which is weird, because I live here. The exterior of Lincoln Center hasn’t changed much since the ’70s, apparently.
In this scene, the summer is brutally hot and the dance studio doesn’t have air conditioning. It’s so hot Masumi doesn’t feel like eating. The dancers pour sweat throughout the volume until Masumi faints. During this arc, the classically trained Masumi is struggling to understand modern dance. What’s the point if there are no characters and no story? After her fever breaks, Masumi’s new friend Luci takes her to the rehearsal room in the middle of the night, where he dances The Bolero to a tape recorder.
Luci’s movements through the darkness are simultaneously great manga art, art appreciation, educational, and dead sexy (but still OK for young readers).
Other dance titles like Forbidden Dance from Tokyopop and a few odd books of Princess Tutu from ADV Manga have been imported to the U.S., but nothing explodes with the same passionate energy as Swan. Swan belongs in every library.



Volumes one through fifteen of Swan are available now.
Review copy for volume fifteen provided by the publisher.











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