Here is one of those unusual times when I'm not sure how to approach as subject, much less write a book review on. It's kind of like the times when in high school, I was asked to write an essay on a novel , and found myself rather at a loss or loath to write about it, not because I had nothing to say (and to those who know me know that I very rarely am at a loss for words, but that the novel had something so profound to talk about, I felt that it would serve and memorialize the work better by having others in the class talk about it. I was so interested in hearing what others had to say about it. This would happen to me with the work, 'Of Mice and Men'.
Likewise, I find it difficult to approach this excellent diary about an event so ingrained still into our imaginations and fears to this day, namely, the dropping of the Atomic Bomb on Hiroshima, and by extension, the subsequent bombing of Nagasaki, the numerous testing on bigger bombs, the cousin of the atom bomb, the Hydrogen bomb, and the effect on the psyche and culture of the Cold War and beyond. 'Hiroshima Diary: The Journal of a Japanese Physician, August 6-September 30, 1945', the fifty year edition by the late Michihiko Hachiya, M.D. ' Partly because it is in some ways a medical journal into the lives of actual patients, not the least of these is doctor Hachiya himself, and partly because no matter the insight, no matter the testimony about that awful August morning, there is for certain, a desire by me not to sensationalize the suffering and tragedy that is August 6th, 1945. There is also a desire to respect, by keeping in tact, and not extricating text because of the awe and explicable feelings I may have to any one individual's story, but to respect their narrative without interruption.
But what we do have in this work is nearly the hypocenter of the blast which killed between 90,000-166,000 people. Dr. Hachiya lived very close to the hospital where he worked. The Hiroshima Communications Hospital was only about a mile away from the hypocenter, and close enough that his testimony and the variety of the patients, family, workers, and fiends are good enough for us to witness from a focused lens, the devastation, violence, and degradation one bomb had on a community. I would strongly urge readers not to pass up the introduction. There is a lot of valuable information about the times with which Dr. Hachiya found himself in, as well as the attitudes, told without embellishment (as you will find n the work itself) from both sides of the Pacific, as well as the socio-political, psychological re-evaluation and changes some Japanese, not the least Dr. Hachiya himself, had to face.
It's also important, as mentioned as well in the introduction, of what 'Hiroshima Diary' was not meant for, namely, public consumption. This was meant to sometimes be a guide to his rounds and what medical and mental issues his patients had. And sometimes to be his own struggles with despair, degradation, and restoration, not only to the benefit to his own person, but like many “hibakusha” (survivors of the atomic bomb), moved as one social and cultural group into a sense of “wholeness” (not to be mistaken for closure, as sadly for many of them and the preceding generation, were not afforded that luxury, but within and without Japan).
It is also important to keep in mind that while this work does have a definitive chronology, the work speaks more as a tapestry, little patches that work up to the complete picture. Like most eyewitness accounts of this kind, one can only expect that. The value comes in the real human factor behind Hachiya's writing, not much dissimilar to some of the great works of the Japanese “I-novels”, that style of fiction which emulates a pseudo-autobiography with the intent that the details in the narrative are not embellished on, but left as it were, without overdue moralization or narrative speculation, so popular with much of western literature. If we seem to seethe with indignity with Dr. Hachiya, or disagree with his occasional prejudices, ourselves overcome with an internal “seething” of our own, it is proper, for human conflict and emotions are the balance between civility and hostility, of which war is the worse kind. While following his eyes, do we in some way follow our own inner eye at ourselves. This is the value such remembrances have to the historical record.
As I said above, this work should not be read for the purposes of sensationalism. We only have to go to our movie theaters today to get million dollar sets to be blown up for the public's new arena addiction. This should be read in the way it was intended, as a human account, as apposed to a personal account. This is not documentation of the theoretical, it is the face of one man, driven to take care of his patients, deal with his own conflicts, and find a peace within a living hell, an unprecedented hell.