Hail ye, fellow followers of Yoshishiro Takahashi (a.k.a. Taksu)!
It has come to my attention that this series known as "Ginga" or "Hopeanuoli" is particularly popular in Finlandia, the land of Finns and... Dogs? If that is, then know that I am seeking guidance in this gripping, if quite perplexing, matter.
As a stranger within such a coherent community, I find myself somewhat lost… I have come to know the dangers that lurk around the web—the attitude and predatorianism of the netfolk… Good grief! But ye shall not worry, for I believe I am among friendlies primed to assist when appealed correctly! Moreover, what I have learned from Ginga: Nagareboshi Ginga, one does not need to fear those taller than themselves. One shall not hesitate to extract a vengeance on their nemesis. One shall select their leader on the basis of eyes. Riveting!
Sarcasm aside, I truly think only good of the likely magnum opus of the one and true Takahashi: Ginga: Nagareboshi Ginga! The triumph of caninedom! The jubilation of nature! The spirit of concurrence! Forget Disney and their petty appetite for magnitude. Forget Warner Brothers and their questionable ethics. Forget Hanna-Barbera and their ho-hum animations and stories of low calibre. This is animal fiction, both literated and animated, at its finest! Oh, my!
Alas, midst all this splendour, I have this oppressing fear… Could the end be nigh? After its prime, the series appears to have taken a coaster ride in quality—a bumpy and lumpy one, if I may add… Could the manga enterprise have cast a cost too high? Is this a fate most ineluctable? Are there any intersections alongside this monotonous journey?
As for the popularity of the series... have we already traveled past its peak? Or was there ever a peak? Could there ever be a peak? One cannot ignore the ever-growing silence encompassing the series. Will the series soon live in a perpetual solitude? Shall the entire humandom forget all the merits and virtues taught us by Mr. Takahashi and the invaluable, altruistic work of Toei Animation? To the victor belong the spoils… Humbug!
But to imagine a world that forgot Ginga... The sole thought of it—hubaba!
Then again, no foes or competitors roam in the horizon. Does the world not yearn for animal fiction with quality and aptitude? I am not asking for pedantic babble, but should we all sincerely be satisfied with mere menageries and cartoons for children—not to mention the kitsch for grandmothers? There is a void in the world, and it needs to be filled with haste. But to put all that burden on the shoulders of one and only one man… That is arduous to accept.
Herewith, I have come to a conclusion which should please none of ye: After all these years, the almighty Ginga may have started to lose its cachet. But do we have Takahashi to blame for it? Or rather the followers? Or the industry? Perhaps it is innate? Quite a conundrum.