The Unofficial Grand Orchestra

Since I started reading manga steadily in 2012, I’ve discovered so many unique story lines and wonderful, warped, and wonderfully warped characters.  I’ve reread Kaori Yuki’s Grand Guignol Orchestra series four times since then, so I thought it was about time to write a review of the five-volume series.

Heading up the unofficial Grand Orchestra, Lucille and his companions Kohaku and Gwindel travel from town to town, entertaining the masses, making money, and facing their toughest audience.  Guignols, people infected with a deadly virus that turns them into zombie dolls, ravage the world.  Intent to stop the guignols before they destroy humanity, the Grand Orchestra roves the countryside, killing guignols as they go.  Unbeknownst to most of them, the town that they’re about to enter is full of secrets.  Deadly, tragic secrets.

I was thoroughly disturbed the first time I read Grand Guignol Orchestra but as I reread them over the years, I saw how horribly twisted and painfully human the characters were.  The series was definitely one you’d have to read a second time to fully understand because there were so many intricacies that would be difficult to appreciate the first time around.  Filled with more heartache and creepiness than I bargained for, Kaori Yuki has managed to pick my emotions apart in five volumes.  The short story at the end of the fifth volume had me biting my nails and reading through my fingers.

I rate the series as a whole four out of five stars.

Rooms

For the past several weeks, I’ve been milking Lauren Oliver’s Rooms.  In the midst of a chapter I found myself struck by the elusive muse and, following her prompting, scribbled down this poem.  I hope you enjoy it.  (On another note, I’ve changed my site’s url, so now it’s aweebiteccentric.  I’ve done this because I feel that it is more mature and matches the site’s identity.  Plus, I never really liked the original url anyways.)

Silent, silence:

The absence of the living.

Emptied, empty:

The rooms left behind.

Sharpened, sharp:

The words we spit.

Lighting, lit:

The fire in the basement.

Burning, burnt:

The empty shell of a house.

Going, gone:

The spirits are freed.

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He is Misery and Mine!

Darkness:

Always creeping-

Never sleeping!

Why can’t anyone else see the horrors I’m keeping?

Secrets that naught come to light

Suffocate me with all their might.

Come on,

Come with me into the night!

Yes, I did see someone

Strolling down the street of my nightmares.

Watching him smile was quite a feast.

He hummed a little tune

As he skipped along

The grounds I dreamed of going once

With him by my side.

(Oh, he is misery and mine!)

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All rights reserved.  This post or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author except for the use of brief quotations in a review.