The first two volumes of this manga were a birthday gift from a good friend, and two months and some days have passed so I figured I should read the manga sooner rather than later. There's a huge difference between buying a bunch of manga and letting it sit unread in stacks in my room, versus receiving books as gifts from friends. I should probably have read these sooner, is what I'm saying.
My friend and I have something of an inside joke regarding the phrase "formative years." The joke itself is mostly just the use of that particular phrase, but the serious side of the idea concerns those anime and manga we would have experienced in our childhood/adolescence which might have shaped who we became many years later. For me, a lot of what I liked in the past and which I still enjoy today consists of things from very far back in my life for which I can never not feel nostalgic (Digimon Adventure and Dragon Ball are two big ones). FLCL would be the biggest thing from my early adolescence, and otherwise a lot of my favorite things today would be tied to a later time in my teenage years, after I'd gotten into torrenting, and arguably too late to truly have been "formative." For my friend, much of her Formative Years was based on the anime she watched "on demand" with Comcast or whatever (which I never thought of doing myself). I must admit I can't recall right this very moment if Hideaki Anno's Kare Kano adaptation was indeed one of the "on demand" anime she watched, or if she got into it through another means, and I likewise can't recall how she might have said she came upon Masami Tsuda's original manga.
What I can say is that I've simply had very few encounter with shoujo manga in my own adolescence. Thinking back, it's hard to imagine how I might have stumbled upon anything beyond Sailor Moon and Cardcaptor Sakura, though at least it's maybe interesting that I've never seen the English dub of Cardcaptors (edited to be cool for boys to watch) and I can't recall why I had the idea to pick up the manga from the local library - but that's a tale for another review, I guess. In attempting to reflect on my own Formative Years, I can't help but think girls were just shafted when it came to anime (and I guess cartoons in general). I watched Sailor Moon on Toonami, partly because it aired adjacent to DBZ and Gundam Wing, but mostly because I was four and didn't give a shit what came on TV as long as it was animation or at least action-packed (as Power Rangers was live-action and I loved it). I was more cognizant of the world when Powerpuff Girls was new, but really it and Sailor Moon were both "cool" enough that dudes could enjoy them. Sailor Moon borrowed a Super Sentai (being the original Japanese source for Power Rangers footage) setup, and PPG was more or less directly inspired by Moon. Stuff like Dexter's Lab and Johnny Bravo were more overtly male-leaning in terms of demographics. Otherwise, everything seemed to be gender-neutral. Most anime that came stateside, and in particular the anime that aired in daytime where I could see it, were "for boys," as indeed most of them were adapted from manga in the Japanese magazine Weekly Shounen Jump. Toonami might get away with Sailor Moon, Adult Swim might get away with Lupin III, but no one was going to risk losing viewers for a half-hour block by playing a flowery rom-com amid superpowered battle anime. Even Inuyasha, which was loved by many girls I knew in middle school, was technically a boys' manga. There was never really any reason to think any shoujo manga was particularly "worse" than the average shounen manga, but the fact that most VIZ-published shoujo manga were lumped together in the Shojo Beat label to strongly express the intended demographic, and the fact that Tokyopop shoujo manga (including Kare Kano here) still had pink spines despite the company's lack of demographic-based sub-labels, kind of really made it seem like these manga were specifically for girls while those manga were for boys. It just so happens as well that it's more common for girls to be interested in battle series than for boys to be interested in rom-coms, so plenty of girls would read Naruto and Fullmetal Alchemist while few boys were reading Absolute Boyfriend or Vampire Knight (and the ones who did got made fun of, as I can attest to as I was one of the dudes making fun of them lol). Even getting around to reading more shoujo manga myself, so late in life, it's still hard to commit too much to too many series because a lot of the art looks pretty samey among artists, whereas some of the bigger shounen series separate themselves better from their peers - at least, as far as I can see around my bias.
It's hard to judge Kare Kano too much from just this one volume, so while I do really enjoy what I've read I can only assume I will continue to like it in the future with what little information I have at hand. This volume is only three chapters long. Three lengthy chapters, but still just three chapters nonetheless. Plenty of manga can shit themselves after three chapters. Not that this one will, but what I mean is simply that it's not enough to go on. What I can say is that I do like these few chapters. Having not read much shoujo manga, I'm far more used to parodies of stereotypes and tropes, so I basically assume every shoujo romance is about some perfect little girl getting borderline-raped by various perfect guys, who all slam their hands against the wall to catch the girl's attention before hitting on them, or something. Kare Kano gives us the seemingly-perfect Miyazawa, whom we soon see is merely keeping up a facade of perfection to feed her egotism, maintaining a slovenly lifestyle while at home and freed from the eyes of others. The male protagonist, Arima, at first appears too perfect himself, offending Miyazawa because his sincerity is an affront to her own facade. Arima accidentally "catches" Miyazawa in her slovenly state at home, and begins to blackmail her by having her do his class-rep work, showing a zanier imperfect side, roping himself more into the "comedy" half of the "rom-com" genre when previously he was the straight-man and much of the comedy was Miyazawa overreacting around Arima's stoicism. Later still, we learn that Arima's blackmailing was a facade itself, and he only wanted an excuse to spend time with Miyazawa, so he's kinda back to being "perfect" except that this revelation comes amid a confession that he doesn't know who is his real self because his very perfection seen previously was an attempt to improve himself in the eyes of his family, to make up for the sins of his parents versus the apparent goodness of the uncle who raised him. Arima's character thus shifts and transforms around the semi-static position of Miyazawa's. As time goes on, Miyazawa becomes more comfortable being "weird" around Arima (largely to make him comfortable being weird himself), and, throughout the changes in the face she wears at school, Arima continues to love her. Miyazawa, however, is uncertain how Arima might feel, especially after his confession regarding the confusion of his true self.
Beyond her character-writing, Tsuda does some neat shit with the manga's art. I must admit I feel the basic character designs fit too snugly in the box of what I might believe to be "generic shoujo design," only because I have little to compare with aside from Naoko Takeuchi and CLAMP, but there's a lot of sparkling eyes and panels of Arima just staring out in space to look cool/hot/whatever. I can't fault Tsuda, as I'm essentially coming into shoujo manga after having seen too many parodies, so my eyes keep leaping to those things which were parodied. That said, I really like Tsuda's simpler caricatures when characters are doing/saying silly shit and the joke calls for them to change form to something more befitting a gag manga - as often happens in manga in general (and it's always a treat to see how different artists tackle this trope). Most importantly to me, Tsuda does a fantastic job with certain establishing panels, such as on page 65 before Arima awakens a sleeping Miyazawa and we have a long vertical panel of nothingness superimposed over a longer panel of black sky, moon, and a blank outline of treetops, to the left of which is a closeup of the moon blurring with an outline-less panel of the classroom window and blackboard, above which is an abstract shot of moonlit windows and the light reflecting on the hallway floor (pitch black everywhere else), over which is superimposed three panels - a discarded shoe, the outside door of the classroom, a few desks within the classroom - and underneath which the art appears to create from nothingness the hazy image of a slumbering Miyazawa.
(I'm gonna go ahead and slap this volume with my "psychological-fiction" tag, which I feel I don't use too often these days. This volume is overall pretty lighthearted, but there are moments that border on semi-"deep" self-reflection, and I cannot overlook the fact that Hideaki Anno would direct an anime adaptation, so I'm assuming the series may get a little heavier as time goes on.)