The decorous atmosphere of death and decadence lingers on the pages of Endo's short stories in 'The Final Martyrs'; as Endo himself states, the condensed form of the short story represents the purest distillation of a writer's aesthetic and beneath the theme of Christianity which so dominates Endo's oeuvre lies a preoccupation with our mortality; whether it be the tortures experienced by the Christians in 'The Final Martrys', for whom death was path towards paradise, a release from the pain of life, whether it be the horors of the torture chamber or the hopelessness of their existence, or of Chiba, whose reaches am emotional apotheosis upon realising that all the beings who he loved most; his mother, brother and dog, are dead, but that he is able to keep them alive via his memories and love.
The fallibility of the Christian characters is another theme which is key to understanding Endo's works and reflective of his fraught relationship with Christianity. The stories are full of Christians who are unable to act in accordance with the values espoused; whether it be the cruelty of the villagers towards the cowardly Kisuke, or even of Kisuke's own apostasy, which serves as a betrayal to his fellow Christians, the majority of whom undergo tortures rather than give up their beliefs, or of the Spanish priest in 'Shadows' whose fervour and piousness only runs skin deep, as the narrator finds out when he finds out he is in a relationship with a woman; the sense of timorousness he felt before the priests is replaced with incredulity at his betrayal and hypocrisy.
Indeed Endo's accounts of human frailty and deception are interspersed with moments of beauty, fulminous flickers of beauty beneath an endless expanse of emptiness;
"A large bank of leaden clouds spread over the city, and only one slice of sky to the West glimmered a milky white, spilling a few beams of faint, forlorn light."
And so, for Endo, true grace lay in our ability to recognise these brief moments of beauty, not in the egotistical fervour of so many Christians or in the superficial vulgarity of the rich Japanese tourists in 'Japanese in Warsaw; an encounter with a lachrymose missionary as he climbs a hill, the reverberations of the church bell on a quiet Sunday afternoon in Lyon, the slow shimmer of sunlight as a couple sit on a park bench; this are the moments which, for Endo, imbue our life with meaning,