Two stars for the somewhat charming language, but this book is a mess. The author is obviously fascinated with music, so all of a sudden Sherlock and Watson, who are traveling to Japan, are stuck in India, studying and enjoying local music and cuisine. Which would be interesting if something came out of it, alas, nothing does.
Sherlock and Watson are prostrate in face of total nobility and depth of Japanese culture, and generally all people who come in contact with said culture, to say nothing about the Japanese themselves, behave as if they swallowed a stick. Except for the Emperor – he is an extremely relaxed specimen. He doesn’t give a crap, lets people run around his palace, lets them speak when not spoken to, the whole nine yards. (What do you expect from a guy who basically goes by his posthumous name.)
“Emperor Meiji showed us his bonsai collection and also took us inside rooms that contained the greatest treasures of ancient Japan, not accessible to the general public. He was clearly a connoisseur of the arts; paintings, calligraphy, sculpture, music – he was interested in everything and had an opinion on it all. He showed us his private collection of the paintings of the great artist Hokusai […]. In another room were fascinating examples of the ukiyo-e art from the Edo era.”
Apart from the fact that Hokusai was an ukiyo-e artist, in that time woodblock prints were an extremely cheap form of art. So the problem with Japan in this book is basically the same as in other books – fetishization, lack of familiarity with the culture, anachronisms aplenty. The author has some knowledge of Japanese music, but for some reason he has everyone lugging koto around (even on a sea voyage), and doesn’t mention the ubiquitous shamisen at all.
On the origins of yakuza, pardon, the Yakuza:
“Going back to the seventeenth century, a certain group of the ceremonial warrior clans, the Samurai, previously entrusted with the job of public security, moved into crime and banditry.”
What are “ceremonial warrior clans”? But the Yakuza are everywhere, in monasteries, in embassies, even in the Imperial Palace. Sherlock Holmes knows it – because apparently your knowledge of Japan MUST involve knowledge of the mafia. It is vital.
“Holmes was soon on very friendly terms with the two Japanese monks. He did not feel it prudent to reveal just then that he was familiar with Japan and knew a great deal about the Yakuza.”
What of you are tired of the Yakuza lifestyle and want to try something new? Easy-peasy. You only need to ask. (It does not specify whom.)
“He took to writing haikus and philosophical essays and spent time at Kinkaku-ji, an extremely revered Buddhist temple, learning how to meditate. He sought retirement from the Yakuza and was granted his wish.”
Please observe how haiku, a common and light poetic form, is yet again a symbol of ultimate depth and spiritual development.
But! The Yakuza, you know, are actually idealists, if utterly historically confused.
“Do you think Japanese diplomats acting in concert with the Yakuza are driven solely by moment? No! Many strongly oppose the Restoration and are prepared to do whatever is necessary to subvert it and restore Japan to its pure state. I, like many other diplomats, belong to an ancient Samurai family and cannot tolerate the slow erosion of Japan’s position of preeminence!”
The question is, what would be the “pure state” of Japan – surely not the return of the military junta and imprisoning the Emperor in Kyoto again, when Japan was about to gain a position among the world powers?
Of course, Sherlock Holmes will uncover all the machinations of the Y, no matter that he spent more time in India than in Japan. Somehow it turns out that he taught himself “almost unaccented” Japanese, and basically saw through everyone and everything. Arrests are made, someone “was persuaded to commit suicide by jumping off a bridge near Salami Bay near the Buddha of Kamakura”, and some even “committed suicide through the complex ritual of disembowelment called seppuku”…
…So much for the Meiji period. MUST DO SAMURAI SHIT. Eh.