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Graphic Novel. "This vivid and harrowing tale will... burn a radioactive crater in your memory that will never let you forget it. Gen is one of those very few commix that actually pulls off the essential magic trick-those little marks on paper come to fully realized life"-Art Spiegelman. Now a full-length feature film, BAREFOOT GEN depicts the powerful story of the bombing of Hiroshima as seen through the eyes of a young boy. OUT OF THE ASHES resumes nine days after the atomic bomb was dropped on Hiroshima as Gen and his mother struggle to provide food, shelter and water for themselves and Gen's baby sister. At the heart of the story is the indomitable human spirit which prevails amidst chaos and vast human suffering. Keiji Nakazawa was born in Hiroshima in 1939, and was six years old when the atomic bomb was dropped on his city. He now lives in the suburbs of Tokyo with his wife and daughter.
"This vivid and harrowing tale will...burn a radioactive crater in your memory that will never let you forget it. Gen is one of those very few commix that actually pulls off the essential magic trick--those little marks on paper come to fully realized life." --Art Spiegelman"
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Barefoot Gen: Out of the Ashes is the final volume in the graphic novel depicting the powerful story of the bombing of Hiroshima as seen through the eyes of a young boy.
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About the Author:
Keiji Nakazawa was six when the atomic bomb dropped on his city. His first published cartoon work appeared in 1963 and he has since has had over fifty book-length serials published. Now retired from cartooning, Nakazawa lives in Tokyo.
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A Note From the Author:
The atomic bomb exploded 600 meters above my hometown of Hiroshima on August 6, 1945 at 8:15 a.m. I was a little over a kilometer away from the epicenter, standing at the back gate of Kanzaki Primary School, when I was hit by a terrible blast of wind and searing heat. I was six years old. I owe my life to the school's concrete wall. If I hadn't been standing in its shadow, I would have been burned to death instantly by the 5,000degree heat flash. Instead, I found myself in a living hell, the details of which remain etched in my brain as if it happened yesterday.
My mother, Kimiyo, was eight months pregnant. She was on the second floor balcony of our house, had just finished hanging up the wash to dry, and was turning to go back inside when the bomb exploded. The blast blew the entire balcony, with my mother on it, into the alley behind our house. Miraculously, my mother survived without a scratch.
The blast blew our house flat. The second floor collapsed onto the first, trapping my father, my sister Eiko, and my brother Susumu under it. My brother had been sitting in the front doorway, playing with a toy ship. His head was caught under the rafter over the doorway. He frantically kicked his legs and cried out for my mother. My father, trapped inside the house, begged my mother to do something. ...
The atomic bomb exploded 600 meters above my hometown of Hiroshima on August 6, 1945 at 8:15 a.m. I was a little over a kilometer away from the epicenter, standing at the back gate of Kanzaki Primary School, when I was hit by a terrible blast of wind and searing heat. I was six years old. I owe my life to the school's concrete wall. If I hadn't been standing in its shadow, I would have been burned to death instantly by the 5,000degree heat flash. Instead, I found myself in a living hell, the details of which remain etched in my brain as if it happened yesterday.
My mother, Kimiyo, was eight months pregnant. She was on the second floor balcony of our house, had just finished hanging up the wash to dry, and was turning to go back inside when the bomb exploded. The blast blew the entire balcony, with my mother on it, into the alley behind our house. Miraculously, my mother survived without a scratch.
The blast blew our house flat. The second floor collapsed onto the first, trapping my father, my sister Eiko, and my brother Susumu under it. My brother had been sitting in the front doorway, playing with a toy ship. His head was caught under the rafter over the doorway. He frantically kicked his legs and cried out for my mother. My father, trapped inside the house, begged my mother to do something. ...
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- PublisherLast Gasp of San Francisco
- Publication date1994
- ISBN 10 0867194537
- ISBN 13 9780867194531
- BindingPaperback
- Number of pages268
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