Homecoming is a charming novel. Set in post-WWII Japan, it follows the lives of several characters whose fates intertwine in coincidental, fleeting ways. This novel is ordinary; relationships and events end anticlimactically while a languorous mood pervades the plot. There's something distant about Jiro Osaragi's style—we never get to know much about the characters nor the war-torn psyche of Japan.
The best parts of this book are Osaragi's writings on Japan. Kyoto: ancient shrines, abandoned streets, oppressive heat, flowering willow trees, and mountain views. Tokyo: cabarets in Ginza, streets crowded with students wearing Western-style clothes, busy train stations, poor labourers crowding in slums. Despite the somewhat romantic view of the past, and the present portrayal of a weak and impoverished country, the not-so-distant future seems to have a brightness to it, somehow.
Most of the plot revolves around Saeko and Kyogo. Saeko is an elegant, wealthy maverick who ran a restaurant in Malacca and later returned to Japan where she remains a kind of shady entrepreneur. It's unclear where her fortune came from or what motivates her. Kyogo is a disgraced ex-Navy man who left Japan after embezzling money from the military to support his gambling habit. He's a stoic man who spent years wandering Europe and Asia, rarely thinking of his home or his estranged wife and daughter. When Japan surrenders he realizes he can return there without consequence, though he never intended to do so . . .
An intriguing cast of secondary characters exist to orchestrate the meetings between Saeko and Kyogo, Kyogo and his now-22-year-old daughter, Tomoko, and Saeko and Tomoko. The meetings are aimless. The characters seem unable to decide what they want from each other or from life in general. The ending is strange. We learn that Saeko was responsible for getting Kyogo imprisoned in Singapore at the end of the war. Yet she finds herself falling hopelessly in love with him, even though she knows he must hold a grudge from her despite the passage of so much time. Saeko meets him at his hotel room where she proposes they start a relationship. He persuades her to gamble on a simple card game with him. At stake is everything they own, literally. Kyogo wins the game and disappears to resume his life of travelling. He leaves a bank draft for Saeko along with a note that asks her to donate his money along with some of her fortune towards charities for homeless children and victims of war.
Although I found this novel hard to put down, I wouldn't say that I enjoyed it. Anticipating the next unlikely encounters kept me reading. There's something satisfying about the way Osaragi weaves together the threads of the stories. Homecoming is flat, though. I'm not sure if it's just the translation, but the entire thing is so dispassionate. Even the few scenes of soldiers, who were issued grenades in case they have to kill themselves, seem as placid as the scenes of avenues lined with cherry blossoms. The dialogue is bland with no distinctions between characters. I did appreciate the author's evenhandedness—war isn't a spectacle, nor is anti-war moralizing a huge feature of the story—and it's impressive that he created a novel full of so much nothing. I just wished for something more. I don't mind that the ending was abrupt and discordant or that the relationships remained unfulfilled (in fact, I usually enjoy these subversive plots...or would they be considered conventional in Japanese literature?) Reading this book was like staring out the window of a moving car on a long road trip. No matter how nice the view is, you can't help but feel too passive, too restless.