A newly discovered, powerful and devastating firsthand account of the Hiroshima bombing and its aftermath, from one of the survivors profiled in John Hersey's landmark 1946 account, Hiroshima.
At approximately 8:15 on the morning of August 6, 1945, Kiyoshi Tanimoto was on the outskirts of Hiroshima, helping a neighbor, when a flash in the sky signaled the birth of a horrifying new world. In an instant, tens of thousands of Hiroshima residents had been vaporized or crushed to death.
As Tanimoto, a 36-year-old Methodist minister, raced back to the city center in search of his wife and infant daughter, he encountered unimaginable devastation: structures leveled; fires everywhere; uncountable injured suffering from burns, broken bones, and the effects of radiation. In the days, weeks, and months that followed this unprecedented humanitarian catastrophe, he invested body and soul in helping his living congregants obtain food, shelter, and medical care, as well as identifying and burying with as much dignity as possible those who had perished. He dedicated himself to rebuilding, at great personal cost, not only his church, but his city and his nation.
Tanimoto went on to gain renown as one of the survivors featured in John Hersey’s New Yorker piece and book, Hiroshima, which changed the American public’s understanding of the event. But Tanimoto also wrote his own story. Hiroshima, 8:15 is Tanimoto’s never-before-published firsthand account of the bombing of Hiroshima, written in the immediate aftermath, in his own words.
This singular memoir is both an invaluable addition to the historical record and an urgent eyewitness testimony of one of the most calamitous events to befall humanity. Tanimoto spent the rest of his life working to ensure that the memories of the hibakusha—the survivors—never be forgotten. At a time when the threat of nuclear war still looms, Tanimoto’s message of peace, and his vision of a better path forward for humankind, is of vital importance.
Hiroshima 8:15 was a smooth and impactful read, with subject matter that is incredibly heavy. August 6, 1945 is one of the saddest days in world history, and reading a firsthand account makes that feel even heavier.
What stayed with me most was the helplessness. The suffering, the injured people looking for loved ones, and the exhaustion of everyone trying to survive something so devastating was hard to sit with. It is one thing to know the history, but reading the personal details makes the human cost feel impossible to ignore.
I also thought the book did a strong job showing that the impact did not end that day. There was grief, loss, trauma, illness, rebuilding, remembrance, and the complicated way people tried to process what happened. The reflections on war, sacrifice, revenge, cruelty, and guilt were especially memorable.
The parts about how Hiroshima remembered August 6 afterward also stood out. Some wanted it treated as a solemn memorial, while others turned it into a Peace Day event. Reading that alongside the grief of survivors and families makes you understand how complicated the aftermath truly was.
Overall, Hiroshima 8:15 is a powerful and sobering firsthand account. I’d recommend it to readers interested in World War II history, Hiroshima, survivor testimony, historical nonfiction, and books that focus on the human cost of war and the lasting impact it leaves behind.
5 stars for the people who were so affected by this awful happening. 2 stars for the writing and author.
I guess it's easy to tell that I was disappointed in this story. I so wanted to know of the survivors of this horrific incident, but instead seemed to get a man who was so interested in his church and its reestablishment. He often left his wife and daughter to go off on extended missions to cement the church's hold on his people.. Even with the bomb being dropped, he seemed to be more interested in religion than his family who I am sure with the devastation could have used him there with them.
I know belief in God is often tantamount to many, but his writings seemed to be trying ever so hard to make people realize that acquiring money to rebuild was what was most important.
Granted, he did endeavor to begin a movement to end nuclear war and its devastating outcome. Living in Hiroshima or Nagasaki was like living in hell at that time, 150,000 to 246,000 deaths were said to have occurred, most of them civilians. Even today we see the effects of nuclear fallout. Was there another way for us to win, as it was estimated that over half a million men would die in invading Japan? One would think the Japanese would hate us but, oftentimes the reverse was true.
I appreciated this memoir for its Japanese centric POV on the bombing in Hiroshima and its aftermath. Seeing the more contemporaneous perspective was interesting and also made me think so much about distance from events when it comes to history. The intro from the authors daughter was excellent and made me a little weepy.
I have some mixed feelings about this memoir. Though I almost feel as though I do not have the right, I will comment anyway.
Firstly, I think it is so important that what happened in Hiroshima, Japan should never be forgotten and new publications help keep the topic alive and enables the introduction of the topic of nuclear warfare to new generations.
Secondly, the way religion is talked about in this memoir is almost predatory. Speaking as though all of Japanese people felt that the Japanese deserved this from straying from a Christian God because they would have used it if they had it, it just so happened another country had it first. Also giving Americans an out on their choice to obliterated an entire town of over 300,000 people. This narrative really rubbed me the wrong way. Maybe I am wrong and all Japanese people feel this way but some how I highly doubt it.
Lastly, regardless of the religious lens this memoir attempts to speak through, the resilience of the Japanese people and their desire to rebuild and make something of the tragedy is unparalleled. I can't even imagine living with the images of what those people saw and all that they lost in a split second.
Hiroshima, 8:15: The Lost Memoir by Kiyoshi Tanimoto is a sobering and remarkably detailed firsthand account of one of the most devastating events in human history. Having read other accounts of the atomic bombing of Hiroshima, I found this memoir particularly compelling because of its perspective on life in the city before, during, and after August 6, 1945. There is an immediacy to Tanimoto's recollections that makes the experience feel deeply personal.
What particularly impressed me was the extraordinary level of detail surrounding the hours and days following the bombing. Tanimoto recounts the destruction, confusion, suffering, and desperate efforts to help survivors with a degree of specificity that is difficult to imagine so many years later. His observations provide a vivid picture of a city and its people struggling to comprehend what had just happened.
At times, the sheer number of people, locations, and individual experiences can become a bit overwhelming. I occasionally found myself trying to keep track of the various names and places as the narrative progressed. However, that criticism needs to be weighed against Tanimoto's intimate knowledge of Hiroshima and his determination to preserve an accurate record of what he witnessed. Those details are an important part of what makes this account so valuable.
Another fascinating aspect of the book is its historical connection to John Hersey's famous *Hiroshima*, which originally occupied an entire issue of The New Yorker. Tanimoto was one of the six survivors whose experiences Hersey chronicled, and this memoir provides a much more personal and extensive perspective from one of those central figures. For anyone familiar with Hersey's work, the opportunity to hear Tanimoto's story in his own words adds considerable depth to an already extraordinary historical record.
As someone with a longstanding interest in World War II history, I found Hiroshima, 8:15 to be both enlightening and deeply moving. This is not always an easy book to read, nor should it be, given the subject matter. But it is an important firsthand account that helps preserve the human experiences behind an event too often reduced to historical statistics and military decisions. A worthwhile addition to the library of anyone interested in understanding the war and its consequences.
I learned about this book during the initial press this summer, and placed it on hold at my library. I'm happy to say it came available much faster than I anticipated, and I actually had to send it back until I had enough time to read it!
The book is the personal memoir of Kiyoshi Tanimoto, who survived the nuclear bombing at Hiroshima and was featured in John Hersey's magazine article turned book, Hiroshima. Hearing the story in Tanimoto's own words is stark and horrifying. His matter-of-fact presentation style made the prose easy to read but there is no way to make the subject matter any easier to encounter or digest. There are many aspects of his experience I hadn't considered before, such as how some Japanese survivors experienced more resentment towards the Japanese imperial government than for the American forces that bombed their city, or the impact of the bomb's destruction on religious community in postwar Japan. As a memoir, these ideas are of course presented through one man's viewpoint, and the centrality of Methodism in Tanimoto's life is as much a focus of the narrative as the bomb itself is. Though I wasn't expecting this focus on Tanimoto's religious work, it ended up being an interesting part of the story and one that encouraged me to think not about the moment of death and destruction alone, but also the years spent rebuilding and recovering from such an event. That being said, I am curious and wish I knew more about the experience of his family specifically, and how they navigated the reconstruction process as a family unit.
The foreword from Tanimoto's daughter, Koko, was an excellent addition to the text and surprisingly personal - I'm very glad it was included in the book and it made my experience of the text as a whole much stronger. However, the introduction by David Corn retread much of this ground - in many cases, word for word. I'm not sure who copied from whom, but it makes the introductory material feel repetitive. I would prefer to have just Koko's foreword.
Overall, an interesting and eye-opening memoir of a devastating event. I would very much like to read more about survivors from Hiroshima, especially to learn about how Tanimoto's perspective corresponds/differs with other survivor accounts. The book is a challenging and necessary reminder of the civilian cost of World War II, most especially America's choice to drop nuclear bombs. I hope that the book is able to continue Tanimoto's work of promoting peace. I would recommend this to Grandpa Neely, who will enjoy the survival narrative; Grandma Neely, who will enjoy the emphasis on religious evangelism and Christian charity; and Kenzie, who enjoys WW2 history.
Early copy courtesy of NetGalley and the publisher.
Before I read this, I knew astonishingly little about what happened in Hiroshima after the bomb fell.
Like many, I understood the historical event in broad strokes, but I’m sure I couldn’t have even recited the date. I knew the basic scale of the destruction and the political and military significance, of course. But I knew very little about what it actually looked and felt like for the people who survived it, which is exactly what makes this newly published ‘lost memoir’ so valuable.
Kiyoshi Tanimoto was a Methodist minister living in Hiroshima when the atomic bomb was dropped on August 6, 1945. In the aftermath, he spent months both struggling to survive and helping other survivors find food, shelter, medical care, and, when possible, dignity for the dead. His account is detailed, methodical, and often heartbreaking. This is not a typical memoir as we would call it today — this is a personal account and the devastation it delivers is not because it reaches for dramatic effect, but because it doesn't.
There is a sometimes stoic, matter-of-fact quality to much of the narration that makes the horrors all the more impactful. Tanimoto focuses on what needs to be done, who needs help, where resources can be found, and how people might survive another day. The scale of the suffering, both collectively and his own, comes through quietly through his efforts. This firsthand account is one of recovery, grief, confusion, rebuilding, and the long, clawing shadow cast by a single morning.
Sometimes a new book prompts an old purchase. Before I had even finished Tanimoto's account, I ordered John Hersey's Hiroshima, both because I wanted to know more, and I felt like it was important to do so. It’s not just another book about the same event: Tanimoto was one of the six survivors whose experiences Hersey followed in his landmark 1946 work.
And, naturally, that sent me down another little rabbit hole. Hersey's Hiroshima originally appeared in the August 31, 1946 issue of The New Yorker, which devoted its entire editorial space to the piece rather than publishing it as the originally planned four-part series. The issue sold out almost immediately. And the Book of the Month Club at the time understood Hersey's work was important enough to mail a special book-form edition FREE to its entire membership, calling it a "Pro Bono" selection.
An invaluable historical document and a deeply human one as well.
Reading a first-hand account of a Hiroshima bombing survivor is a harrowing experience. It is unimaginable how people must have suffered and yet, this book gives you a small glimpse in what it must've been like. That alone makes this a work of great value, and I'm humbled and grateful to have read it.
That said, Tanimoto was a Christian pastor, and much of the account is told through the lens of his faith and his work with the church. That's an entirely valid perspective, and clearly central to who he was, but I'll admit it wasn't quite what I came to the book for. At times the focus drifted toward his ministry and the work he devoted himself to, and I found myself wishing it had stayed closer to the bombing itself and the raw human experience of surviving it. Of course, this says more about what I was hoping to find than about the book he chose to write.
I did enjoy the parts about how the Japanese viewed the Americans during the occupation. What surprised me most was that, according to Tanimoto, many didn't resent the bomb: some felt it was pointless to resent losing a war Japan had recklessly started and couldn't win; others felt they couldn't condemn American conduct after their own forces' atrocities in China. This showed a side of the story I hadn't known, and I found it interesting.
“Memory is our hope for survival as human beings, and for the survival of the beautiful world we inhabit. The famous inscription on the Hiroshima Memorial reads: “安らかに眠って下さい過ちは繰返しませぬから” "Please rest in peace, the error shall not be repeated." . We must never forget. Yet it is hard not to feel anxious now. We have a sitting US president threatening to wipe out an entire civilisation. Hatred of others and a distrust of peace seem to be on the rise, and one can’t help but fear what the future holds. We should read this and do everything we can to prevent such horrors from happening again. . I know this reads as a bland blandishment on Instagram, virtue-signalling in the parlance of those who seem only to live their lives in hate and division, but really, each of us should, in our small and likely inconsequential ways, live lives that encourage peace and love, even towards those with whom we disagree. If we cannot extend that grace to one another in our everyday lives, then we should not be surprised when hatred takes root on a far greater scale. The sobering image of a burnt mother continually holding on to her dead baby in the hope that her husband will return to say his final goodbye will forever remain in my mind. It is an image that should remain in the minds of those who commit war. . Tanimoto, in a calm and dignified manner, outlines his experience of surviving the bomb. In a detached way, he describes the hellscape of a completely ruined city: the masses of victims who lay dead, those wandering with no clothes and skin hanging from their bodies, the kindness of strangers, and, importantly, Tanimoto’s own heroic efforts to help others survive. This is a powerful book about what it means to survive, to believe in peace, and to believe in humanity. . Thank you to Ebury publishing and to NetGalley for the advanced copy.
The August 31, 1946 issue of The New Yorker was dedicated to the lives of six individuals in the aftermath of Hiroshima. The author was John Hersey, who visited Hiroshima months after the bombing. There were no cartoons, no calendar of events going on in the town. One of those survivors, Kiyoshi Tanimoto, kept a diary of the days after the bombing. This book is a publication of that diary, recently rediscovered among Hersey's papers at Yale. The style is simple and clinical, mostly just observations of what he saw, felt, and smelled. It is gut-wrenching. I could only read it in short spurts to avoid ruining my day.
My observations - The beginning chapters show no emotion other than fatigue and the symptoms of the atomic disease (radiation poisoning). Survival and helping others consumed his mind. The ending chapters focus on how the bombing affected him and other hibakusha (survivors). In the later chapters he had time to process, and much of the text is about how he and most others saw this as the awakening of a new Japan. He was deeply spiritual (a Methodist minister) and saw it as an opening to everlasting peace. There was no animosity toward America; it was hatred of the Japanese emperor and his war machine. To some, the bomb was payback for all the sins Japanese soldiers committed in foreign conflicts (100,000 civilians murdered in Manila alone). - The government of Japan continued lying to the public about the state of the war and the small bomb that went off in Hiroshima, until it could no longer hide the truth and was forced to surrender. - It was the great physicist Max Planck who observed that progress happens one funeral at a time. he was suggesting that old ideas take time to die, even when newer ideas are better. This is somewhat the opposite. If no one is left to remember the horror of Hiroshima, then we will return to aggression with terrible weapons. - I encourage everyone to read this. If you think you have had a bad day/month/year/life, this resets your perspective. It is no piece of great literature or memoir of a movie star, it is just the observations with little interpretation.
Like The Diary of Anne Frank, this should be required reading for everyone to understand the horrors of war and what common people went through everywhere. Written by an inspiring man who did so much for his community when suffering was unimaginable.
What can I say? As a kid in junior high I read HIROSHIMA by John Hersey. I have never forgotten the graphic descriptions of horror, the images of skin sloughing off. Now I read a first hand survivor account and feel,I dunno, annoyance? Mr. Tanimoto experienced the awfulness yet his account of ' first I did this, then I did that' rings more of religious fervor than humanitarian concern. Perhaps the fact that this is a recounting rather than observation is what makes this so much less effective nor affective. I recommend the Hersey book instead.
This is an almost impossible book to rate. It tells a deeply personal account of an horrific event which affected the author and his family - the bombing of Hiroshima in 1945 and he and his family's survival of it. The foreword by his daughter who was only an infant at the time of the bombing is incredibly moving, and the authors account of seeing the bomb detonate and of making his way frantically back to his family will stay with me.
Reading this really brought home to me how little was understood by the residents of Hiroshima and Nagasaki of what had happened to them - they knew they'd been attacked with a new weapon but they had to piece together the facts from the aftermath and from observing those around them; noticing how people who hadn't actually been in the city at the time were still becoming sick and dying from what they called 'the atomic sickness.' The humanity and humility on display are also quite stark; the author talks very honestly about how when he first found her he felt angry at his wife for leaving their home without checking on their neighbours, how angry the people felt at their own leaders for pulling them into the war and incredibly, how very few people were resentful towards the Americans for using the weapon against them.
Looking at the quality of the writing is unfair as it's a translated diary rather than being a work of fiction so I've got no criticism of the writing style. The religious fervour in the book took me by surprise, I had known that the author was a Christian pastor in Japan but I hadn't expected quite so much of the writing to be so evangelical. I found that did get in the way of me fully immersing myself in the story - but I recognise that's an issue with myself, not the writing. I think there's a lot to be learned from books and authors like this; the push for lasting peace just one lesson among them. Not a cheerful read of course but it is thought provoking and worth picking up as long as you're not too squeamish.
- Thanks to NetGalley for granting me the ARC in exchange for an honest review -
Absolutely brilliant book of the week on Radio 4. The story of the atom bomb on Hiroshima as told it was written almost 80 years ago by Kiyoshi Tanimoto, who witnessed the city’s destruction after the atomic bomb was dropped in 1945. It was so compassionately told that I feel I have to read the whole book now to do it justice.
There is an important distinction between recognizing a book’s historical significance and finding it successful as a piece of writing. I have tremendous respect for what Hiroshima accomplishes as a historical document. The book preserves testimony that deserves to be read, remembered, and taken seriously.
At the same time, historical importance does not necessarily translate into literary effectiveness, and this is where Hiroshima fell short for me. Despite the enormity and horror of what is being described, the clinical reporting style made it so I often felt strangely removed from the people and events on the page rather than drawn into them.
Ultimately, I found Hiroshima more compelling for what it documents than for how it tells its story. Its historical value is undeniable, and I am glad I read it because of the perspective it preserves. But appreciation and enjoyment are different measures. I can believe that Hiroshima is an important book—even an essential one—while also recognizing that, from a literary perspective, it did not particularly engage me.
I don't want to say I enjoyed this considering it's subject matter, but it was definitely worth the read. I especially took a lot from Koko Tanimoto's foreword. Unfortunately, David Corn's introduction just tells the same story with a few extra details. This is a moving story of faith in the face of the horrors of war but it is not told in a flowery style. Instead it is given to you as-is and let's you make your own decisions. 3.5 stars.
With a beautiful foreword by the author's daughter [that is as moving as her father's memoir], this is a must-read, if for nothing but being a huge reminder of what ultimate weapons [like the atomic bomb] of war CAN do, and the aftermath that few seem to ever talk about.
Very timely, very sad, yet also filled with hope [and eventually joy], this was a very moving read and I am so grateful I got the opportunity to read this book.
Thank you to NetGalley, Kiyoshi Tanimoto, Koko Tanimoto Kondo - Foreword, David Corn - Introduction, and Random House/Modern Library for providing this ARC in exchange for a honest review.
Lesson from the book: How a society chooses to remember its suffering will determine whether the next generation learns reflection from that suffering, or hatred from it. And how its leaders invoke that suffering may determine whether history is remembered—or repeated. This is why the Japanese is one of the best races of the world.
"The distressing conditions that prevailed in Hiroshima could not be expressed fully through words alone."
I'm so grateful I had the chance to read this recently rediscovered memoir. I knew basically nothing about Hiroshima before this, and I consider it a very fitting first step. As the book states, there are now few Hibakusha (survivors) left, and it is through firsthand accounts just like this one that the vital memory of these catastrophic events will be carried with us into the future.
"Human memory is what has so far prevented the further use of nuclear weapons.. It falls to Hiroshima's lot to help keep that memory active and effective."
I found the style this is written in particularly memorable - it was very matter of fact, often lacking the emotion and fervency I had expected from it. However I think this is a great strength of the recounting: it incorporates such a quantity of information, events, individual people, firsthand experiences both large and small - if the author had included their emotional response to each of these, the actual facts would have been far sparser. It ends up being an incredible resource of eyewitness experience of a singular historical event.
I appreciated the introduction by his daughter. It not only served to set the scene and explain her father's role and life, but her story was also important in its own right.
"It is the evil in a human heart that causes war. And there is good and evil in every human heart. My father had been right. Hiroshima belongs to us all."
The afterword was not so welcome - it repeated almost verbatim chunks of what had already been written in the book itself. Strange that nobody picked this up during editing, but it did also include some further information which was interesting and new.
One of the things that will stick with me is the author's repeated assertion that the majority of people in Hiroshima/Japan itself did not feel angry towards the America that had dropped the bomb, but towards their own government and military for creating the situation that was instrumental in it. I am not sure whether this viewpoint is truly as widespread as the author states - it was certainly his belief, and others who he spoke to, but it came as a big surprise, and was challenging for me. It's inspired me to continue my learning journey, and next I am going to read the momentous article written by John Hersey, that is referred to often in the book.
Hugely recommend reading this. It's crucial that we as humans do not let this fade into history: "The price of forgetting it is humanity itself."
I'll start out by saying that I give most memoirs five stars, because I can't imagine having the courage to lay out the worst days of my life for the world to witness. That being said, this is not a modernly polished manuscript, it is basically straight from his writings, so it is sometimes repetitive. It is an easy but harrowing read, especially his descriptions of the immediate aftermath and the fates of his parishioners as he discovered them. I really recommend not skipping the introduction, because it gave some really great background to not only why this memoir is only surfacing now, but also to why we should care about what Tanimoto had to say, and his significance in the movement to end atomic war and help the survivors. I watched the "This is Your Life" episode he was in on YouTube and not only was it shocking in more ways than one (can you imagine being surprised by the man who dropped an atomic bomb on your city and then being asked to shake his hand?) but it was also nice to get a visual of the man and family that I was about to read about. A lot of Tanimoto's story is focused on his ministry and the rebuilding of his church, but I think that is also an interesting perspective from a country where Christianity is not the majority religion. This memoir was worth the read.
This is the memoir of Kiyoshi Tanimoto, a Methodist minister who saw first-hand the devastation that the bomb dropped from the Enola Gay on the morning of August 6, 1945. It happened at 8:15. Kiyoshi Tanimoto was working just outside the immediate impact zone in Hiroshima that morning.
The memoir provides a first-hand account from someone who was there and wrote down what he saw, felt, and experienced, which became the memoir. His immediate thought was for his family, but also his parishioners who were desperate for food, water and shelter. The memoir is a harrowing account of the people he saw, those he could not recognise and those who died.
There are a lot of history books about WWII, and this one is a valuable witness account of history. Not just of that morning, but of the days and years that followed. One morning Hiroshima was a city of life; then it wasn't.
If you like accounts of personal experiences in history, then this is a good book to sit down with. It is not always easy reading, as the event was such an awful thing to have happened. It is an interesting account and shows things that can be learnt from the most harrowing experiences and how it can set you on a life journey. I would be very happy to recommend this book.
“Hiroshima: 8:15” was definitely interesting to read but I think the time would be better spent reading “Hiroshima” by John Hersey, considering Tanimoto is one of the six people featured in it. We do get to hear a bit more of Tanimoto’s personal thoughts and feelings at the time, but I don’t think this memoir really stands out for anything (besides the really cool cover).
This memoir starts off rough to begin with because the first fifty or so pages are a foreword by Tanimoto’s daughter and then an introduction, which would be okay if the two parts didn’t have significant overlap in what they describe. Koko definitely adds more emotion to it because she includes how she felt growing up, but I think it was a poor choice to have two people tell the same life story twice in such short order.
I do think Tanimoto offers a unique perspective because he’s such a devout man and he seemingly came to terms and forgave things way faster than I would ever have expected. And while there’s a few moments where I disliked him (when he’s thinking about how the bombing will be so good for Christianity because it’ll make evangelizing so much easier), I have to admit you can clearly tell how much he cares for his congregation and any living being. He spends so much time actively suffering from radiation sickness but still biking miles upon miles to check on his church members.
If you’re interested in the bombings of Hiroshima (and Nagasaki which is mentioned briefly), then you’d enjoy this. Especially if you want to hear about how the town recovered logistically.
On August 6, 1945 an atomic bomb dropped on Hiroshima. The effects of the radiation and destruction are devastating. Kiyoshi Tanimoto provides a firsthand account in Hiroshima, 8:15 in succinct writing, completed for journalist John Hersey, but long forgotten. Tanimoto's memoir of this time is heartbreaking and touching. Converting to Christianity (before the bomb) alienated him from his family; it also drove him to help many people who were struggling to survive radiation illness and those with no place to live. He strengthened himself by remembering "these are human beings" when disfigured people came to him. The first time he could remember people smiling again was at the Christmas celebration at his church, four months later. His daughter, baby Koko, was swaddled in the manger as the substitute for baby Jesus. Someone in the congregation exclaimed; "Baby Jesus has crawled away!"
Tanimoto's eyewitness account records the surprise and disbelief of this horrible event.
Only evil and/or stupid men could have created the atomic bomb. However, good resulted: a terrible war was brought to a quicker end by the profound horror of Hiroshima at 8:15 A.M. that August morning. Kiyoshi Tanimoto was a Japanese Methodist minister serving in Hiroshima, and a survivor of the blast. He was one of six Japanese interviewed by John Hersey for his book, “Hiroshima.” Only recently re-discovered, this is a memoir upon which part of Hershey’s book is based. If you would like to experience an unvarnished view of Hell, this is the book for you. … Unfortunately, every word is true. … absolutely stellar …
A truly humbling book from a very inspirational minister.
This first hand account of survivor and minister Kiyoshi Tanimoto is outstanding. To hear how the people of Hiroshima pulled together to support each other on this day and thereafter; is so humbling.
I visited Hiroshima two years ago and this book really brings home the horror of nuclear weapons and the atrocities caused.
I felt the introduction by David Corn was largely repetitive of the foreword by Koko Tanimoto Kondo and not nearly as eloquent (although maybe not all editions have both). I do feel this book should be required reading, not for the emphasis on Christianity, but to remind people that the blame for the horrors of war does not lie solely on the opponent. Tanimoto does a wonderful job of explaining how the Japanese military committed its own atrocities (not just in WWII) and the imperial regime failed to put its citizens first and started an unwinnable war against stronger powers. His push for world peace and total disarmament is a critical message that I believe has been deemphasized to the point of being lost in the time since Hiroshima and Nagasaki were destroyed by atomic weapons. Just as we must not forget mass genocides by fascist dictators and warlords, we must also remember that war is not the answer.
This was a very powerful and interesting listen. I don't think I've ever read a first hand account of someone who survived the atomic bombing. Tanimoto worked tirelessly to help survivors and his parishioners who lost loved ones, even when his family was suffering from radiation poisoning. This is a very important listen and a reminder (if we even need one) that we need to avoid nuclear war at all costs.
In the days immediately following Aug 6, when the atomic bomb fell on Hiroshima, Tanimoto, a Methodist minister, kept a diary. The horrors of thousands of bodies, struggles for food/shelter and basic medical care in a ruined city are deftly recounted. It was sobering and unexpected to read such a factual diary - no recriminations, no hatred. Thought provoking in the best kind of way...