"At the end of the day, at the end of the day when all was for naught, I can at least take pleasure in knowing that my little sister is waiting at home with open arms and a warm bosom." — Sophocles
Ever since the Armory Show of 1913, the state of Western Civilization has been one of failure. Nonetheless the rise of Modernist Art might not appear terribly important to the average uneducated reader, the example shift from Representational Art to Abstract Art established the Seeds of Degeneracy that grown into the base and terrible Popular "Culture" that we are all so familiar with today. Indeed, with blatant and vile works like the Twilight and well-known Fifty Shades of Grey standing conceitedly at the frontline of a modern Literary Movement that panders and spoils its viewers, Western Literature has not ever been in grimmer a state. What happened to authors who defied their readers like real writers do? Where is the bravery? What happened to Subversive Works like Great Expectations, a veritable seven-part Landmark Masterwork by David Copperfield about an orphan who goes to a secluded school that straddles the edge amid "magic" and "reality"? And this horrible trend of dumbed-down throw-away culture is not limited to the kingdom of Literature (if horrible books like Twilight can even be called as such). We no longer have true artists like Fragonard whose shockingly honest and realistic depictions of the harsh reality of daily life were barred from the Paris Salon of 1863. But where the West has fallen, the East will rise, and now I am profitable to talk about the work that will unquestionably serve as the herald of the utmost important Literary Movement of the new time: the Japanese animated TV series "As Long as There's Love, It Doesn't Matter If He is My Brother, Right?"
There is a type of writing called Metaphorical Fiction. Considered by the massive majority of Rational and Moral Enlightenment thinkers to be the Highest form of Literature, the great Dutch librettist Voltaire famously said, "Give me not a story about a man who does deeds, but one where the man becomes the deeds." However, it is not nearly as accessible as a conventional linear narrative with wish-fulfillment essentials like Fifty Shades of Grey and as it is very rare to find a work of Allegorical Fiction these days, it is an exceptionally rare treat to be fortunate enough to experience one. As such, we should be very thankful that the underground Japanese Literary Movement known as "Imoutocore" is giving us the opportunity to once again experience works from this all-but-forgotten genre.
The motive why I started this article with a quote from the great Roman tragedian Sophocles is simple: "As Long as There's Love, It Doesn't Matter If He is My Brother, Right?" is a heartbreak. In the end, Akito is powerless to make the exact choice, was unable to love his little sister, and was inept to uphold Family Morals within his home. The finale of this story is maybe the very melancholiest in Literature, as the emotion of any viewer should struggle during the extremely emotional peak and somber outcome. And after all, when we realize that his little sister will not ever truly know the love of her oldest brother, we also realize that just as Akito is fated, Western Civilization too. But as the Korean sociologist Watari Wataru said further to the end of one of his dissertations recently, "My wife have left me and I didn't get tenure” I am so glad that OniAi is getting a second season.