How To: Find Happiness
I have a favorite anime series. I found it last February when I was checking out a lot of fan-subs. Out of all the anime I have watched, and I have seen quite a variety to put it mildly, this single series is my absolute favorite.
Not many people seem to actually like this series. They cite the “poor animation quality” that the show has, which is like saying a forest sucks because it’s not completely composed of quality hardwood trees. Much of the seemingly poor quality comes from the manga artist’s way of drawing super deformed characters. Instead of becoming little fat midgets, they just become very simplified, especialy the hands which tend to look like mittens. It works. It takes some adjustment if you aren’t used to it, but it works. I enjoy it more than the cheesy over-shadowing technique which a lot of anime these days seem to cling to.
The series itself is a gag-style comedy involving Japanese high school delinquents, which is one of my favorite genres to be quite honest. I’m not sure why that is. It involves a supernatural theme to it, which lead to the inclusion of a gender bender. I don’t like gender benders, usually, but that’s only because it’s generally used as a completely cliché gimmick. This one isn’t really gimmicky. It’s the basis of the main character’s drive and also opens up a theme of the expected differences between genders.
The main characters are great. They’re a little weird, but very likable. I have this weird sort of attachment to each one of them that almost makes me feel I’m seeing some very dear old friends, each time I watch the show. I’ve watched the fifty episode series about twice, some episodes even more.
After watching the entire series, I decided to check to see if any of the manga was translated. I knew that there was a manga because the art, characters, and story type were extremely reminiscent of a manga that one of my friends had pointed out to me the previous year. I found to my absolute glee that it was not only translated, but licensed. It was put out by VIZ, and all twenty volumes were out already. I was ecstatic.
Then I checked the VIZ website to read a preview of their translation. I noticed that the main character’s nickname was changed to a more English sounding name. That worried me. It worried me because VIZ also published Detective Conan and changed the names of most of the main characters to English ones (“WHY DID YOU SAY YOUR NAME WAS CONAN?! YOU’RE NOT SOME FOREIGNER, JIMMY!”). I was worried that they would change other names, although I couldn’t see any other changes in the preview given. I was having doubts about ordering it then, although I really couldn’t afford to anyway at that point.
Later, I found the series while going through the RightStuf catalog to fill out an order. I noticed that they didn’t have the complete series. The first that they had was volume four and several of the later volumes appeared to be missing as well. I looked up the series on VIZ again and found that the series had been discontinued even before I had checked it the previous time. I felt I had missed a chance on a very good thing.
Fast forward a couple months. I hadn’t watched the series for a while, but I still occasionally thought about it. Actually, I thought about it excessively at times. Then I’d go without thinking about it for a week or so.
Last Saturday was a day I was thinking about it a lot. I worked in the bakery from three in the morning until around noon. If I was carrying a loaded tray and had to kick the swinging doors open, I kicked them like one of the characters. If I had to get through a tight space or let someone pass by me, I squeezed through like another character. If I had to bag buns, I amused myself through through pointless introspection, like yet another character. If I noticed something that I should fix but really didn’t want to because it was tedious but I knew I’d feel guilty if I left it undone, I fixed like I always do, but it reminded me of yet another character’s similar trait.
After I got off, I took a shopping trip with my mother to Madison. We, of course, stopped at the Frugal Muse which is the best used bookshop in the entire world, as far as I’m concerned. As I tend to do, I made a beeline to the manga section and found four books that validated the entire trip. They were only three dollars a piece but they were worth more than the entire mass of swag that I purchased on the rest of the trip. I’m not totally sure how much I spent, but it was over a hundred.
Now, when ever I look at a my manga bookcase, I get the warm fuzzies by just glancing at the top shelves.
The translation wasn’t bad at all. Megu being changed to Meg was the only name change I could spot, besides certain characters being referred to by their first names as opposed to their last names more often than I remembered in the anime. The greatest benefit is seeing my favorite characters whenever I want to. I can just pick up a book and see Genzo acting like a totally lovable moron, Yasuda smiling with his trademark perverted grin, and Fujiki over thinking things and taking solace in the fact that he is totally average.
I’m going to be on the look out for the rest of the volumes. It’ll be at my own pace, though. Buying the entire series outright detracts from the excitement of finding them in unexpected places.

