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Illustration by Max Currie

She whispered in his ear, “I found the video, Kent, the one of you and Monique in our bed.”

Kent knew the video, the one that had set his fall in motion; it had gone viral for months after someone—he’d always thought it was Ozman—sent it to the online celebrity rag Star-Gazer. Before he met Kumi, Kent might have seen the sex tape as a career milestone. It was a milestone, of course, and briefly lifted his career, but not one he welcomed.

“And I’m the one who sent it to Star-Gazer. I did that. How’s that for a fresh start?” she said.

Then she was gone.

And as if a wave of nausea swept over Tokyo soundstages, leaving him deaf and dumb behind his studio console, unable to understand what he was expected to do there, Kent could no longer perform. Where Tokyo had once been an open playground the city felt claustrophobic. He couldn’t escape his own celebrity, fame built on scandal. Wherever he went he walked in Ozman’s shadow. No script could revive his smiles, no icy concoction of methamphetamines could prop up his spirits or make him believe again in what he did for a living.

Now he wanted it all back.

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“You won’t need money where you’re going,” Renzo said.

“Sounds like rehab,” Kent said, concerned it might be true. “Come on, you know I’m good for it. Before they kick me out of the Capsule Inn.”

“Let them.” Renzo pulled Kent close. “You’re leaving that salaryman shithole anyway.” He waved Harumi over for a top up on their whiskeys, though Kent never got the nuts he hoped for.

“Because I am not doing another stint in—”

“You’re going to like this.”

A place where Kent would no longer have to climb down a short ladder to take a piss in a public bathroom at three a.m. Where he wouldn’t wake up to the sound of salarymen hustling in the hallway each morning. Where he’d no longer knock his head on the ceiling when he forgot, which was daily, that he lived in a one-by-one-by-two-meter pod.

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Illustration by Max Currie

 I am the earth, the sea, the sky—I am the universe. On the train to see Renzo, Kent recited the mantra that had helped him survive being big in Japan, being the hot, number-one RI-CHU-MAN-SAN! on the top-rated primetime game show The Strange Bonanza. Shaggy brown hair with blond highlights. Gucci shoes and Omega watch. Cristall Vodka and Filipino hash. Bali tan and Hong Kong massage. The candid nightspot photo in Tokyo Journal, a mention in The Daily Yomiuru, and a stock headshot on TV Tokyo. The paying but quietly welcomed VIP at The Plum Room, one of the many but finer hostess clubs in Ginza where he was not quite among politicians and yakuza chieftains but more likely a local construction boss and a writer popular with young people. The face of Lark cigarettes, PECKUP! Energy Drink, and Sankyou Instant Ramen. Some-time husband to part-time magazine model and full-time tweeker Kumiko Sato. The glimmering gaijin with a fluency in Japanese and the face of a young John Lennon. Before Monique, before Ozman.

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Illustration by Max Currie

Before I begin with excerpts from the book, I want to introduce Max Currie, the guy who illustrated Baby, You’re a Rich Man. When I was developing the character of Kent Richman and figuring where he fit in the Japanese landscape, I began to see how Kent’s life mirrored the comic book characters I’d read in manga from masters like Yoshiro Tatsumi, whose underground comics reflected a darker reality. I thought including illustrations, more graphic novel than comic, would enhance and complement the book since Kent’s life had begun to mirror the tone of some of the gekiga (dramatic pictures) style of Japanese comics. I like the way the illustrations reflect the combination of grim realism and the absurdly comic. And there’s the more obvious connection between the setting and Japanese comic books. The challenge was to find someone who could put what I saw in my head on paper.

I’d seen Max’s work and thought that he was going for similar effects and might understand how to capture the Japanese aesthetic without copying it directly. I wanted the illustrations to feel unique to the book and have a thuggish sense of humor, to take themselves seriously but be oversized like comic books and noirish like some graphic novels. But I also didn’t want to be too prescriptive. I wanted to see another’s interpretation.

I gave Max the manuscript, some general guidelines, and said have at it. He read it and came back with a few sketches, rough drawings that aimed to give Kent and other details of the book a distinct look. While that look has evolved, I recognized then that Max understood both Kent and the book.

From there Max took off, inked twenty plus original drawings. I wanted an illustration to precede each chapter but I asked Max not to worry about matching them with what was happening directly in the narrative. Instead, he discovered then focused on specific key details and transformed them into iconic visual moments that represent both the chapter (either directly or indirectly) and the book at large, yet still move the book forward. I love the way the words and images finally work together.

I’m grateful to Max for taking the chance and doing great work. So… thanks, Max. It’s been a pleasure.

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Max Currie

You can check Max and his work out here at:
Max Currie – How a Raven is Like a Writing Desk

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“Baby, You’re a Rich Man is part picaresque, part noir, part tale of a (not so) innocent abroad, part send-up of the ridiculousness of made-for-TV consumer culture. Kent Richman’s fall and rise and fall and rise is as weird and unlikely as his childhood infamy and his adult fame, and Christopher Bundy’s masterstroke is to make of that weirdness a heartfelt novel for the new century, a novel in which everything and anything is possible: love, loss, and maybe even redemption.”

–      Josh Russell, author of A True History of the Captivation, Transport to Strange Lands, & Deliverance of Hannah Guttentag

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Illustration by Max Currie

Thanks to Josh Russell for the kind words above.

For the next few months, I will be excerpting passages from the book one chapter at a time, including illustrations from Max Currie. While the book is illustrated in black and white, Max did some of the illustrations in color. I will showcase many of those color illustrations here, beginning with this frontispiece image from Section One: There’s Really Nothing to It.

Next week… Chapter One.