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by Natsume Sōseki

ひとりの人間の犠牲において成立した宗助とお米の愛の勝利は、やがて罪の苦しみにおそわれる。「人間の心の奥底には結核性の恐ろしいものがひそんでいる」という。ついに宗助は禅寺の山門をたたくが、安心と悟りは容易に得られない。そこに真の意味の求道者としての人間漱石の面目があった。明治43年の作品。(C)KAMAWANU CO.,LTD.All Rights Reserved

Genres: Japan, Fiction, Japanese Literature, Classics, Literature, Literary Fiction, Asia

159 pages, Kindle Edition

First published January 1, 1910

About the author

Natsume Sōseki (夏目 漱石), born Natsume Kinnosuke (夏目 金之助), was a Japanese novelist. He is best known for his novels Kokoro, Botchan, I Am a Cat and his unfinished work Light and Darkness. He was also a scholar of British literature and composer of haiku, kanshi, and fairy tales. From 1984 until 2004, his portrait appeared on the front of the Japanese 1000 yen note. In Japan, he is often considered the greatest writer in modern Japanese history. He has had a profound effect on almost all important Japanese writers since.

Reviews

[emma · Rating 4 out of 5]

it is not hard to convince me to read a new york review of books edition.

this is a deceptively simple book about the routines and quiet life of a married couple, and the small degradations that life subjects them to.

it's subtle to the point of confusion in some ways, but it requests the focused attention of its reader and rewards them with subtle details.

it did not hit me so hard that i'll carry it with me forever, but it did impress me a lot.

bottom line: another great selection.

[Steven Godin · Rating 4 out of 5]

Was going to read another Mishima, but then I thought why not try a Japanese writer I haven't yet read. But Who?

A positive Sōseki review appeared on my feeds not long back, so the answer was staring me right in the face. The Gate might seem basic in structure and not do anything fancy, but it is beautifully told in a slow, delicate and calming fashion - you wouldn't think its setting is a busy metropolitan Tokyo - with a lingering mist of sorrow hanging over the whole thing and, like the title itself, was like opening a gate and entering a place a million miles away from the frantic modern world. No coffee or alcoholic needed for this book - more like chamomile tea.

The novel is predominantly one of simple domestic daily activities and household chores, and also the psychological character study of a man who, despite having a loving wife at his side, meanders through life like his glass is half empty rather than half full. Someone who finds it difficult to shake away from the past; from a certain burden. But there is the present and future concerns too - that of his younger brother Koroku, who comes to stay. There will be readers that might think nothing is really happening - but believe you me there is; including that of family betrayal on the part of an uncle - but the overwhelming power of Sōseki's narrative for me was the intense emotion felt towards Sosuke and Oyone - and just how easy it was to do so.

Reminded me a little of Yasunari Kawabata, and maybe even Osamu Dazai. I don't read Japanese lit that much now, but it's always good to shake up my western routine and travel east every now and then.

[Ilse · Rating 5 out of 5]

Review to follow

Loved this perhaps even more than Tanizaki’s The Makioka Sisters

[Y · Rating 5 out of 5]

"The only absolute need to be fulfilled for each of them was the need for each other; this was not only a necessary but also a sufficient condition for life." Ever since I started living in Manhattan, I often think to myself how great it would be if I could carve out a small place on earth and live quietly, humbly, and independently with the one I love. The couple in this novel is in some way emblematic of such an ideal which makes this story very relatable and soul-gripping for me. Soseki reveals to the reader through his naturally beautiful depiction of the couple's daily routine the dark undercurrent of this seemingly happy and self-sufficient mode of living. Despite its aesthetic attractiveness, there is a certain sort of moral cowardice and degradation, a constant dodging of responsibility or challenge or whatever makes life complete. Isn't it because of our dread for unfamiliar things that we cling to the existence of a familiar subject for warmth and security? Isn't it because of our self-abasement that we are lured into the dead path of antiquity? Isn't it because of our submission to the power of fate that we relinquish our agency in life whatsoever? The image of "a man standing in the gate's shadow, frozen in his tracks, until the day was done" sticks with me; I wonder if he just opens the gate instead of waiting for someone to respond to his knocking, would his life be completely different? What stops him from doing so? I guess this beautiful novel really makes me rethink my conception of commitment, self-sufficiency, agency, and happiness.

[William2 · Rating 5 out of 5]

Second reading, five years later.

Brilliant introduction by Pico Iyer, according to whom this is a novel about nothing.

Of the three Sōseki novel translations I’ve read— And Then, Kokoro and this one, this is by far the most readable.

If there is a barometer of affluence or poverty throughout the book, it’s the household tea kettle.

I’m beginning to see why I didn’t leave notes the first time around. The book is really unsummarizable, being a book about nothing.

The book ends with our protagonist in a Zen monastery in Kamakura learning to meditate. Not a current practitioner, but someone who has meditated, I wonder how the uninitiated might read this end section of the book. Perhaps as an introduction to Zen? Yes. Certainly.

———

First reading:
The vicissitudes. I want to re-read before commenting. A dazzling novel though.

[Eddie Watkins · Rating 5 out of 5]

I know of no other novel that ends with its main character so meaningfully trimming his fingernails.

Gazing through the glass shoji at the sparkling sunlight, Oyone's face brightened. "What a sight for sore eyes. Spring at last!"

Sosuke had stepped out on the veranda and was trimming his fingernails, which had grown quite long.

"True, but then it will be winter again before you know it," he said, head lowered, as he snipped away with the scissors.

Going into my second reading of this novel I knew my appreciation would hinge on whether I could understand what Soseki meant by “the gate” in the title. I knew it referenced the time Sosuke, the main character, spent at a Zen retreat toward the end of the book; but on my first read I couldn’t figure it out (possibly due to a muddled translation). Given my 5 star rating it should be obvious I have come to an understanding of “the gate”.

It refers to a way to enter into a different life, a different way of apprehending life, and is represented in the novel by the actual gate Sosuke enters when he goes to the Zen retreat. But the gate is also represented figuratively, or abstractly, by whatever Sosuke would have had to pass through in order to fully enter a “life of Zen”. He does not pass through this gate, rather getting stranded on its threshold (much as Marius is left stranded at the entry of the church in Marius the Epicurean). For Sosekit there is no escaping the utter mundanity of existence. But for Soseki (and Zen for that matter) the mundane is the gate into a different life - Chopping wood and carrying water as the old Zen saying goes. Sosuke does not enter the abstract gate, and at the end of the novel he is essentially right where he was at the beginning of the novel, but is there a subtle difference? I am not sure if he has reached the third of the famous three stages of Zen – 1) mountains are mountains, 2) things are confused and mountains are no longer mountains, 3) mountains are mountains again. When asked what the difference between 1) and 3) was a Zen master once said that in 3) one’s feet are slightly off the ground. I cannot say whether Sosuke’s feet are slightly off the ground at the end of the novel. His general mood certainly hasn’t brightened all that much, but he did manage with the help of his Zen interlude to pass safely through a serious psychic crisis (a welling up of buried guilt) and end up back where he was, so perhaps there is a new appreciation of, or at least a new means of accepting, the ups and downs of his own mundane and rather tedious life.

So “the gate”, in worldly terms, is actually no gate, but rather the ineluctable state of things as they are – a gate that leads only to itself. But “the gate” is also something within the self that can open and leads to a new way of apprehending the ineluctable state of things as they are, which in only infinitesimal ways differs from the old way of apprehending the ineluctable state of things as they are.

In the novel the only appreciable difference I noticed was that Oyone, Susuke’s wife, laughed at Sosuke’s dour deadpan manner in the last few pages. I periodically laughed at Sosuke’s statements throughout the book, but there was no indication that I was right to laugh until the end when Oyone joined in with me. It is entirely possible that this laugh indicated that the life shared by Oyone and Susuke (and the entire novel is very much about them as a unit) now had its feet “slightly off the ground”.

But that is only a record of the characters' development. I will state for the record that for the entirety of the book my feet were slightly off the ground, which attests to Soseki's power to evoke, through simple words and observations of life's natural detailed flow, how all things and actions can "glow" and be intensely significant in themselves, beyond all the fluctuations of our life situations and moods, and how he can put the reader in the position of detached observer that allows this glow to manifest.

[E. G. · Rating 5 out of 5]

Introduction: Sōseki and the Art of Nothing Happening, by Pico Iyer

--The Gate

Notes

[Ben Winch · Rating 5 out of 5]

Soseki. I hardly know where to start. I've been saving this review for weeks now, for a quiet moment, for inspiration to strike, to gather the strength necessary to try and grasp just what's so good about this book, about all his books (or the later ones at least, after and including Kusumakura), and I feel no closer to an answer. Is this the mark of the truly great author, that they haunt you but without explanation? There are so many things I love about Soseki, above all the sense that, for all his tightly-transcribed settings and claustrophobic relationships between characters, for all that the characters cannot move without setting off a chain reaction in other characters, pretty much anything can happen – not the 'anything' of a Murakami, who would bring on a magical sheep or wind-up bird or clairvoyant prostitute, but for my money a far more profound anything, in which relationships between players and the spaces they inhabit reconfigure endlessly as their author unfolds variants on and maps out a trajectory unknown even to himself until it is completed, yet all behind a gauze of otherworldliness that renders terms like 'real' or 'surreal' or 'dreamlike' irrelevant, so subtle is its distorting influence. Kafkaesque, or so I say, but lighter, more allusive, and with less of a sense that a lofty 'message' is being communicated. A magic so near invisible that some readers will miss it altogether. Re The Gate itself, it's great, maybe his best (according to this new NYRB Classics edition Soseki thought so), and the new translation is (a few jarring modern slang terms aside) very likely better than the old one (which I loved, but which, for all its scintillating atmosphere and suggestiveness, remained in my mind as dark and slightly poe-faced, where this one is funny and sparkling). But, you ask me, there are several contenders for that prize – Kusamakura, Light and Darkness, To The Spring Equinox and Beyond, Kokoru – and once you get a taste for his style you'll want to read them all. To me, it's very easy to see why Soseki is considered, in Japan, the pre-eminent Japanese author. To me, he's one of the pre-eminent authors period. For a detailed review of The Gate with an illuminating Zen slant check Eddie Watkins's piece, which I can't better here. Meanwhile, here's the neglected early modernist you've been searching for, the well-mannered eastern answer to Kafka and Knut Hamsun, and a conjurer of cathedrals from the dusty loungerooms of the everyman the like of which I doubt have been equalled. Despite yourself, though his books may pass like daydreams, you'll be wiser when they're over, but just how or why I'm still trying to fathom. A master.

[Paul Bryant · Rating 2 out of 5]

Our guy goes from being a dashing young student from a well-to-do family swanning about living the life to marrying the sister of a friend and dropping out of university, and this ruins his life, his friend’s life and his wife’s life, and now he has to scrape a miserable existence as a government clerk because, it appears, his family wants nothing more to do with him, and also, he’s had a personality transplant and has now become a kind of human millipede who just wants to hide in the cracks between the bricks of a disused building.

The explanation for this startling transformation is in the marriage – who this wife really was. For a page or so he ponders if this sister of his friend is not really his sister. But then nothing more is said about that. So maybe she was his friend’s secret wife? Who knows.

He is, like Oblomov, a master of procrastination, avoidance techniques, deflection, ducking and diving. There are a few mainly financial questions which really must be settled and he spends the entire novel not settling them.

So this is yet another in the steady stream of oddball Japanese novels I have read which are all about self-denial, subdued dudes, repressed women – Convenience Store Woman, A Personal Matter, Earthlings, No Longer Human – and let’s not forget all those exquisite Ozu movies where nothing much happens to very average people. I’m not saying Japanese culture is all like this, of course they also love to write books where people get chopped up (Out is a good one) and make ultraviolent movies (Ichi the Killer, Cold Fish), but the life lived in quiet desperation seems to be a specialty of the house. Really and truly, it was a bit much for me. I was like - say something! Just once!

TRANSLATION ANXIETY

Is the bad writing here the fault of the translator or the author? Here are a few horrible stilted examples :

At first these friends treated Koroku as of old, regaling him with the sort of anecdotes that students find amusing.

In short, whether it be ascribed to insufficient motivation or external constraints, he was utterly incapable of the self-discipline and exertion that, for a young man at his stage of life, serve as indispensable stepping-stones on the path to maturity…

There being very few fellow passengers at this hour, in contrast to his regular commute, he was scarcely distracted by external stimuli, and could therefore shift his gaze inward, onto images that were spontaneously projected inside his mind.

He had come to the conclusion that Koroku indeed lacked a certain moral fibre and that the situation warranted a serious talk in due time.

Lord protect us poor readers from having to drag our eyes through that kind of tedious cliched colourless prozzzzzze.

[Eddie Watkins · Rating 4 out of 5]

No one makes dullness stimulating like the Japanese. As if the ultimate in refinement is to find transcendent significance in the utterly blank. Soseki is the melancholy master of this strain of Japanese aesthetic (with Murakami proving more and more to be (perhaps?) unintentionally right on his heels (with progressively less emphasis on "stimulating", i.e. simply dull)). But back to Soseki. This book in particular is so loose and understated as to be either metaphysically profound or thoroughly mundane, with apparent subtleties being possible accidents, and with meaning comprised of accumulated meaninglessness, or else the unspoken transcendent residing within every simple thing. But Soseki is a wily duck, so I give him free reign of the literary pond and prominently display this book on the Shelf of Perplexity. A man beaten down by life, a devoted wife, childlessness, and endless rounds of mundanity punctuated by toothache and angst propel this book on its rambling open-ended path to eventually deposit our man in a Zen temple where he is further perplexed, further beaten down by his apperception of how certain others seem to manage to navigate life’s confounding dullness and find ways into larger more significant landscapes. The author of the intro makes great claims for this book, bringing in Nietzsche’s theory of the Eternal Return, which I don’t discount out of hand, though I do wonder which (if any) character enters “the gate” to become a Nietzschean Ubermensch, or if the book is rather a treatise, via its narrative of dullness, on the chimerical nature of such a notion. I don’t know; chalk it up to perplexity.

[Agnieszka · Rating 4 out of 5]

The Gate reminds me in a way other Japanese novels I had read before. I’m not an expert of literature from that region but I value highly that kind of emotion and feelings it elicites in the reader. Almost two- thirds of the narrative here is only an evocation of small every day deeds of two main protagonists, Sosuke and Oyone. Seemingly nothing happens. Sosuke wakes up, goes to his office, walks through six days of a week in kind of dreamy daze thinking of Sunday and how he would spend it. Slowly, very slowly emerges a picture of rather unfulfilled man, undecided and frozen if it comes to undertake any vital decision. But on the other hand Sosuke is a man very devoted to his wife and completely resigned with fate life had offered to them. Only last part of the novel reveals secrets from the past of married couple and sheds light why they live like social outcasts.

Sosuke is such an irritating figure at times. His apathy, his inertia make you yell at him: get a grip, man. You need sometimes to make a choice, there is no sense at all let life to throw you like a leaf in the wind. O my, how I understand Sosuke. How often I was in his situation, how often I was repeating to myself: I’ll deal with this or that tomorrow. How often I put the moment to make a decision aside. How many times I felt almost paralyzed with fear to change something in my life. How I dreaded to pass that gate. In Sosuke case it is a gate to Buddhist retreat but it has quite metaphorical meaning as well. There are people designed to stay before the gate and never enter it. Due many reasons. Fear, opportunism, cowardice, shame. There are so many factors that restrict us. Some shackles exist only in our minds, others may be even real.

He was someone destined neither to pass through the gate nor to be satisfied with never having passed through it. He was one of those unfortunate souls fated to stand in the gate’s shadow, frozen in his tracks, until the day was done.

[Tony · Rating 3 out of 5]

For 176 pages this book moved along at its minimalist pace, the protagonist and his wife making do in a quotidian existence. Add a talking cat, some explicit sex and a few Western pop culture references, you get Murakami; add a laugh-track, you get Seinfeld.

Turn the page, and the protagonist is off on a Zen vacation. He is given a koan to think on: What was his original face before his parents were born?

Taking this gate literally assures a meditative failure. Not that I'm any kind of Zen expert. But I think we are meant to think about the 176 pages of our lives, how there was always this river, but waters change course.

[Mariel · Rating 5 out of 5]

Realizing that both this Sunday and the fine weather that had accompanied it had drawn to a close, a certain mood came over him: a sense that such things did not last for long, and that this was a great pity.

Do you ever feel like you're a better person alone?

When Sosuke bows out of meetings not avoided this time it is said about him that he looks much older than his years. The sad sack flat line of a life line read by cold palm bows. On your knees, look up and grateful. It must get you down to be so grateful. I know the feeling of listening to the nice person you listen to because it was easy at first that they never asked you to explain the life detail stuff you never want to explain. Smile, hope you are nodding in the appropriate places. Hey, you just bought two more games for your new console. Nice. Actually, my name isn't Marie... Never mind. You don't have any friends. University drop outs Sosuke and I. Start the timer no the tick tock of I still have time to do what I wanted to do. Just don't ask me to explain what I have been doing all of this time. He probably didn't need to tell me that he dreads running into someone he knew from his past. I understand. Sosuke runs tired on the bottom of the hamster conversational wheel. It can't go this way forever. Well, things have to get better than they are now.

You look forward to Sunday. You don't have to go to work on Sundays. Do you know that feeling of freedom when you wake up and right when you catch yourself checking the alarm clock with dread you remember that you are off that day and can sleep in? Sosuke is torn between that feeling and having the time for a really good hot bath. That poor bastard. That poor bastard catches himself having time to read advertisements on the daily commute. The poor bastard isn't too anxious to notice them, this time (I wish he had had something better to read. If only he hadn't given up reading with his school days). When he's living every day for his one day and then that one day isn't big enough to fit in everything good he sags a little more. I was so happy when Sosuke allows himself to spend his spare change on a little inflatable kids toy. It sounded really cool though I had no idea what it is. I like stupid little toys too. Not too long ago I read the comic Falling Words and one of the strips was about a man who takes his son he can't say no to to one of these markets. Sosuke would love to have a little kid he couldn't say no to. His wife Oyone smiles in bemusement and says but we don't have any children. She doesn't understand. Sosuke will do what he can't help and make another remark that life would be different if there were children. When his happy reverie of imagining buying his wife some new clothing is spoiled by remembering that he should have done such a nice thing a long time ago... Well, damn but he probably didn't need to tell me for I already knew what he was talking about. Oyone and Sosuke have each other, they are lucky to have each other. They say the wrong thing and walk on each other's soul egg shells or is it hot coals to try and say the right thing that's never the right thing. It would make all of the difference if they were the reason to smile. Things will get better. If he didn't have to work every day and if she had a room in the house to herself after his entitled younger brother moves in (thinking about this Koroku even now makes me feel anxious for her lost personal space and his additional anxiety).

Jim Carrey delivered a moving speech in Dumb and Dumber about this. It is when he turns to the window with tears in his eyes (to set the scene they've just found their parakeet with the missing head and all of their booze was stolen) and confesses to his not quite as dumb (but still dumb) friend played by Jeff Daniels that he is sick and tired of having to eek his way through life. But most of all? He's sick and tired of having nobody. Those are the truest words ever spoken. You could tell Jim Carrey to cheer up and point out that spending their life savings on a van to make it look like a dog wasn't so stupid because chicks love it. Fat lot of good that does when you're having a bad day of one thing after another. If you point out when things have improved after they've slightly improved then you're not annoying and missing the point. He needed to cry and Sosuke pushes his head closer to the grindstone by not allowing himself to admit what he's truly feeling.

Sosuke finally takes ten days off from work (he's never missed a day) to attend a retreat on zen. Oh, the poor bastard.

He was someone destined neither to pass through the gate nor to be satisfied with never having passed through it. He was one of those unfortunate souls fated to stand in the gate's shadow, frozen in his tracks, until the day was done.

If you suffer, if you meditate long enough... Blah blah blah. The monks have the secrets of if you find it out for yourself. That kind of enlightenment for a guy who is lonely. Some of them mock Sosuke publicly for admitting privately that he was no closer to the answers than on the day he arrived. I wanted to give those monks a very zen knuckle sandwich at this point. If you find self acceptance you will be happier. I have had this feeling when confronted with some obvious self help method. When I was a teenager I watched this film Search and Destroy starring Dennis Hopper as this guru complete with instructional video tapes. I sat in front of the television set with wide eyes and open mouthed murmured his fist pointy pumping. "Don't apologize. I don't have to do that." I don't have to apologize for being who I am. Fast forward to my thirties and I'm still a nitwit and I still apologize for being who I am even though I know I shouldn't. I know all about screw anyone who doesn't like me. I know how Sosuke felt when he went to that retreat for help and how he felt when the meager mental trains that got him through his bleak life broke down. What he wanted was to not do it alone. If those monks hadn't been so lofty they could have talked to him like a human being. It was really damned cold and hard.

I read when his wife confesses to him about that day she drooped home after a meeting with a spiritualist (of course he asks her how much she paid for this visit). It is your fault you had those miscarriages and you will never have a baby, you terrible person! She looks to outside help to feel better and what she pays for is to get shit on. I felt for when she's telling her husband about this all of these years later, in the dark because she can't tell it to his face, and all she needs is to hear it isn't her fault. Sosuke understands nothing of this. Oyone understands nothing of why her husband needs help beyond it will get better, some day.

The couple have lived their lives in solitude. Running away from the world. Perhaps at first to each other, to get comfortable with someone else. I don't know what that is like to not have awkward silences myself. If Sosuke hadn't been ashamed that his friend and her brother happened to leave school (my money is on him dropping out anyway. It looked it was going that way) after their premarital affair. If they hadn't drooped their heads in fear of conversations of what are you going to do with your life, why aren't you truly happy, what comes next. It is that kind of solitude. Solitude isn't hard to come by for me these days. I couldn't live without it but I also wish I could talk to people about stuff I like. I know how Sosuke feels, all right. I know how Oyone feels eating her meals alone, for sure. If she knows about the world she gleaned it from a newspaper clipping in his pocket to have something to talk about with her husband over meals. They make me sigh. I feel it was because they are not the good thing in anyone's life more than anything else because time stopped and shame set in. If Sosuke made his wife smile it is partly out of pity. Pity is no good. They are not synchronized in their sympathies, anyway. It felt true to me that they were not and I wish it wasn't this way. What is there to be ashamed of if you aren't happy every moment of your life? They were not seeking misery they were only looking around at their lives and feeling lonely in it because it was too quiet. It doesn't have to be that kind of quiet. I know you don't have to be like those monks and mock a guy who is asking you for help. Hey, I understand and it is nothing to be ashamed of. Something like that to get you back on the path of making your own mental fabrics to hang moons on and light up with hey, it is a pretty night out tonight and tomorrow I don't have to work.

I thought it was about the perfect ending I've read in a book that it is a bright sunny day. But it will be winter soon, he goes. That was perfect to the spirit of this book. You can't trick yourself mentally to accept part and parcel something that can be exhausting to live with every day. It is quite possible to feel good sometimes. It drives me a bit nuts sometimes that I can feel pretty good rereading Paterson (the part about the guy diving off the waterfall is so incredibly good) and other times I wish I had that mental capability to be happy like William Carlos Williams. Because it feels so simple and if you were right wouldn't you be like that too? The Gate is so true to that feeling that you can't always do it. Maybe you feel pathetic when the girl at work who has two other jobs nags you for not being super cheerful today and you really, really don't want to explain again that you haven't slept in three days and faking happy just isn't worth the effort today. It isn't your fault she has three jobs, after all, and you don't expect her to smile for you. If they smiled because they just liked you that would be entirely different. That would be the best thing ever. So Sosuke is mildly celebrating that he wasn't among the layoffs at work and how lucky he is that his promised raise is so much lower than was promised because how lucky to get anything at all. It is sunny and he is home again with his wife. It is like when you have a day off on Sunday and your mind is starting to count down the hours until Monday, even if you don't want to count down the hours.

I sometimes felt like Sosuke and Oyone would be better off if they hadn't met but I don't really mean that. It's about not having to trick yourself to not feel what you really feel, right? I feel less pressure to do that if I'm not around other people (just telling people I meet what town I live in seems to be an immediate invitation for the university drop out discussion and so often judgmental expression). But it's not really about that. I don't know how to get into The Gate either for self acceptance and I hope I figure it out some day. It felt really good to read this book that understood what that is like.

Did you know that I owned this book for two years and didn't read it? (It's my sixth Soseki. Kokoro and Kusamakura are two of my favorite books ever, also.) I was "saving it". I could have had this wonderful read that consoled me. Oh well, I was really happy to have it when I did.

[Inderjit Sanghera · Rating 4 out of 5]

The ambience which Soseki creates in 'The Gate' reflects the psychological state which the two lead characters, Sosuke and Oyone find themselves in. The gentle undulations of their interactions and and the leisurely, quotidian way in which Soseki describes their uneventful lives masks a secret for which they have not only been ostracised by their families, but for which both appear to be doing penance throughout the novel; whether it be the loss of Sosuke's sense of exuberance as he settles for a mundane and mediocre existence is a lowly clerk, or of Oyone's inability to have a child, the emptiness which permeates their lives made up for by the abundance of love which flows between them. Their love is not a passionate or intense one, but one which is marked with commonplace exchanges; whether Sosuke can buy a new scarf of Oyone a new scarf or what they would eat for dinner that evening, the very ordinariness of their conversations  concealing the intensity of the emotional connection which exists between the two.

There is something quintessentially Japanese about Soseki's understated style; from the gradual uncovering of Sosuke and Oyone's secret about how they met and fell in love beneath the surreptitious snowfall of a long winter whilst Oyone was married to Sosuke's friend, to the mysterious robberies which take place in the house of a wealthy neighbour or the spectre of Sosuke's brother who haunts their house and disturbs the gentle rhythm of their lives. 'The Gate' is a novel in which nothing appears to happen when, in fact, a lot takes place, namely Sosuke's spiritual apotheosis upon finding out that the friend from whom he took Oyone has returned. His spiritual crisis takes him to a zen temple,  where he engages in a bout of self-reflection before being dismissed by the priest as being spiritually superficial, following which he returns to his life with Oyone and the novel ends as only a Soseki one can; with the protagonist cutting his nails. 

[Mr B · Rating 4 out of 5]

Thỉnh thoảng vào ngày Chủ Nhật, tôi sẽ nghĩ đến Sosuke trong Cánh Cổng của Natsume Soseki. Một người đàn ông sống mòn, cả tuần cày ải, chỉ để chờ đến Chủ Nhật. Anh ta mong ngóng, nghĩ hẳn trong tuần sẽ sử dụng cái ngày Chủ Nhật ấy thế nào, để rồi ngủ mất nửa ngày và rồi chìm vào nuối tiếc, tự dặn lòng rằng lần sau phải tận dụng ngày Chủ Nhật tốt hơn và lặp lại những sai lầm như thế.

Anh ở Tokyo nhưng không bao giờ ý thức được cái nhộn nhịp, cái đẹp của thành phố anh ở. Chỉ thỉnh thoảng, trong một buổi chiều nào đó choàng tỉnh, đi dạo trong những con phố, mới thấy nhịp sống của thành thị chảy trôi mà anh đã bỏ qua.

Soseki viết giản dị, lời lẽ thoảng qua như không, nhưng kể một câu chuyện mà ai trong số chúng ta cũng thấy mình ở trong đấy, sống một ngày như thế. Ta đọc tiểu thuyết, tin vào thế giới mà nhà văn tạo ra. Cho dù có vô lý đi chăng nữa, chỉ cần đọc xong một cuốn sách, ta nhìn nhận khác đi, thỉnh thoảng bám theo làn khói mỏng mà tác giả dẫn dắt: thấy ta hiện hữu, gật đầu chào những bóng hình quen, cho dù chỉ là hư cấu.

Ta thấy bản thân hoàn toàn không cô độc như thế, ngoài kia, vẫn có ai đó hiểu ta. Đó là vẻ đẹp của những cuốn tiểu thuyết.

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[Maven_Reads · Rating 4 out of 5]

The Gate by Natsume Sōseki is a quietly profound and contemplative novel about guilt, love, and the sometimes immovable weight of life’s choices, set in early twentieth-century Tokyo. It follows Sōsuke, a humble clerk, and his wife Oyone, who live a modest, routine life shadowed by past scandal after Sōsuke married Oyone when she was still wed to his best friend. Ostracised from family and unable to have children, the couple draws deeply on one another’s companionship even as ordinary financial strains and whispers of Oyone’s former husband stir old wounds. When Sōsuke learns an old acquaintance might visit, he flees to a Zen monastery in a search for peace, confronting his unease about responsibility, identity, and the possibility of change.

This is a reflective story that feels less about dramatic events and more about the internal terrain of two people trying to find contentment amid regret and societal expectations. I felt immersed in Sōseki’s understated, observant prose: moments of simple affection between Sōsuke and Oyone carried as much weight as his restless self-questioning, and the novel’s meditation on what it means to live with one’s past lingered with me long after closing the book.

Rating: 4 out of 5, because its emotional subtlety and rich interior life made it deeply resonant and unforgettable.

[Mary · Rating 4 out of 5]

He was someone destined neither to pass through the gate nor to be satisfied with never having passed through it. He was one of those unfortunate souls fated to stand in the gate's shadow, frozen in his tracks, until the day was done.

[Meltem Sağlam · Rating 5 out of 5]

Natsume Soseki, en sevdiğim yazarlardan birisi. Bu kitabında, temelde yine bir öğrencilik hikayesi anlatıyor. Romanlarında tanıdık isimlere yer vermeyi seviyor, ben de bu isimlerle karşılaşmayı seviyorum.

Roman biraz dağınıklık duygusu uyandırsa da, sonunda okur tarafından bağlanıyor ve bütünlük oluşturuyor. Her zamanki gibi cümleler üzerinde düşündükçe farklı anlamları yakalamak mümkün ve okumak mutluluk veriyor. Özellikle dipnotlarla zenginleştirilmiş metin daha da anlamlı.

Hafif bir gerilim, hikayeye farklı bir tad vermiş. Yine harika bir eser.

[Paul H. · Rating 5 out of 5]

So ridiculously good. The closest analogy is maybe Williams' Stoner, or Ozu's best films? Understated, artful naturalism, but Sōseki has the hands of a surgeon and somehow the story becomes a compelling Sirkian melodrama, despite the low stakes. I have no idea how the narrative works so well; it's like a haiku expanded to novel length but without losing any of the compression of poetic form.

Both Murakami and Sōseki himself have said that The Gate is their favorite Sōseki novel, and I have to agree; I've read a few of his other works over the years but none really stuck out to me, they were all juuuuust good enough that I figured I would keep trying to see if he made the formula work, and indeed, he finally did.

[Laurent De Maertelaer · Rating 4 out of 5]

Mijn recensie staat op m'n blog: https://thedreamlifeofbalsosnell.org/... en op De Reactor: https://www.dereactor.org/teksten/pro...

[José · Rating 4 out of 5]

La monotonía que hace buscar caminos para desbloquear las situaciones. Para eso hay que abrir La puerta de Soseki.

[Smiley · Rating 4 out of 5]

In December 2012, I found reading Natsume Soseki's The Gate (NYRB 2013) translated by William F. Sibley fairly enjoyable because I knew there was still another translation from his biography. (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Natsume...) Till around the middle of last December I bought this Mon (Tuttle 1985) translated by Francis Mathy. In fact, they come from the same Japanese text, somewhere informs me the Japanese word mon means gate. So I decided to read it again, from another translator, to see if I could follow the story and to what extent I could enjoy it.

Surprisingly, I could keep going with its 23 chapters with arguable enjoyment; some a bit lengthy on a family comprising Sosuke, his wife Oyone, his brother Koroku and their maid Kiyo. Presumably typical of an ordinary Japanese middle-class family, the characters' dialogues and actions help and guide the readers to better understand their concerns, viewpoints, solutions, etc. toward themselves, the landlord and the world outside.

Taken each translated text in terms of its tone and readability into account, two opening paragraphs from Chapter 12 as follows are for you to compare and make your choice to read:

Sibley Text
THAT MORNING at the office Sosuke commenced the day's tasks in his usual fashion, but his natural concern for the ailing Oyone, exacerbated by vivid recollections of scenes from the previous night by her sickbed that kept flashing before his mind's eye, prevented any satisfactory performance. He made one bungling effort after another. Then, having waited until noon, he resolved to leave the office. (p. 113)

Mathy Text
At the office that morning Sosuke tried to do his work as usual, but the image of Oyone the night before kept coming to mind, and he started worrying anew about her condition. In this state, the work did not go very smoothly, and he made a number of errors. He persevered till noon, then decided to go home. (p. 115)

To continue . . .

[J.M. Hushour · Rating 4 out of 5]

Soseki is the master of the slow-burn literary pay-off, more so than his immediate descendant Kawabata. People apparently like to call this novel a novel about absolutely nothing or doing nothing or various shades of nothingness, which makes no sense when you think about it.
It is however, more about the spaces between what isn't happening than what you're actually seeing on the page and that is part of his genius. Pico Iyer's introduction (read this afterwards! Spoilers, goddamn you introduction writers!) really puts this idea well and you'll probably figure it out for yourself at some point. In the same way that Kawabata said he never really ends his novels, Soseki never really ends a thought or action, it just resolves itself outside the reader's scope and often strings along, like this one, until the last few chapters. So stick it out.
Oyone and Sosuke live a quiet life doing nothing and exchanging pleasantries on a variety of subjects. All is well, until you start to actually learn about them and then the entire tone shifts, and then shifts again! By the end, you're like what the...
What the...

[Elizabeth (Alaska) · Rating 4 out of 5]

I learned some time ago that the Introductions to NYRB editions are often filled with spoilers, so I skipped the one here until after I'd read the book. I ended up skimming the Introduction, not sure I could get more out of this novel than I'd already absorbed. But the first line of this Introduction struck me as being so apropos of this novel. Japanese literature is often about nothing happening, because Japanese life is, too.

No, nothing much happens here. There is no plot. The reader follows the marriage of Sōsuke and Oyone over the course of a year or so. In the telling of that time the reader also learns Sōsuke's background and the background of the marriage. I hesitate to call the writing spare, but there is a simpleness to it. Yet in this simpleness, there were many passages where I stopped to think.

They were like two droplets of oil on the surface of a large basinful of water. They had joined not through having repelled the surrounding water but rather through having been propelled by water into converging courses that brought them together in a single sphere.

There was no rushing to the end though the novel is relatively short. The Goodreads summary says At the end of his life, Natsume Sōseki declared The Gate, originally published in 1910, to be his favorite among all his novels. I might not have been interested in even trying this had I not previously read his more well known Kokoro. Both of these I'd appreciated more than loved, at 4-stars each.

[Diane S ☔ · Rating 4 out of 5]

3.5 Was very grateful for the introduction as it explained some of the Japanese culture and how this writer has as much meaning in what is not said as in what is said. Very different read for me, but I did like it. The writing is beautiful and the meaning of this story is universal. After being married for over 19 yrs. both partners are set in a routine and find it hard to deviate from it. Part of this is cultural and part is just the characters. They wonder if this is what the rest of their life is going to be like, doing the same old things, day in and day out. Sosuke especially notices things outside of his life and wonders if he will ever experience unabated joy again. Than things happen, events that will stir up the status quo of their marriage and life. How they handle this is the basis for the story. Very different read for me but I really admired the way this author writes and handled this story.

[♪ Kim N · Rating 4 out of 5]

Sosuke and Oyone are a middle-aged couple who live a quiet and isolated life. They have no children and barely manage on Sosuke's meager salary. Their days seem uneventful and their relationship routine, but you learn over the course of the book that when they were young they fell in love and sacrificed everything to be together. In fact, Sosuke took Oyone from his best friend and they have suffered as social outcasts ever since. They feel that their circumstances, especially their childlessness, are the consequence of giving way to youthful passion, the fate of those who dare to act according to their own wishes. I think another way of looking at it is that they live in a society that does not tolerate missteps, a society in which it is never possible to redeem yourself or change the way you are judged by others. I can see how that might translate into fate.

I'm glad I read the introduction after finishing the book rather than before. I appreciated the analysis and I realize there's more to the book than my first impression of it, but I also think it would have skewed my expectations. As it is, I enjoyed my first reading and I'm prepared to delve deeper now.

[Laurens · Rating 4 out of 5]

‘In het daglicht glimlachte het echtpaar, bij maanlicht verzonken ze in gedachten, en zo ging het ene jaar rustig over in het andere.’ (p. 192-193)

De poort is een prestatie van formaat van vertaler Luk Van Haute, die het eerste boek van literair platform Karakters.nu voor zijn rekening nam. Er werd gekozen voor literair zwaargewicht Sōseki Natsume, wellicht Japans meest vereerde moderne schrijver, om hun reeks van vergeten klassiekers af te trappen. Op de achterflap staat enkel een citaat van Haruki Murakami, die andere vereerde moderne Japanse schrijver, waaruit zijn schatplichtigheid spreekt: ‘Sōseki Natsume behoort tot het allerbeste wat de Japanse literatuur te bieden heeft.’ Geen woord aan gelogen.

Maar terug naar Luk Van Haute, die voor de gelegenheid een begeleidend essay schreef over zijn reis naar Japan en zijn inspanningen om De poort te vertalen. Dit was het tweede boek van Natsume dat ik las en ik ben blij dat dit essay inbegrepen is in de publicatie. Het verschafte me de nodige context, wat hielp om het boek in perspectief te plaatsen. Want hoewel ik meen een en ander van Japan af te weten en er zelf nota bene twee keer een maand lang verbleef, stelde dit boek me toch een aantal keer voor een raadsel. Aan de vertaling heeft het in elk geval niet gelegen, want die is buitengewoon leesbaar en verschoond van storende herhalingen of verhinderend taalgebruik.

De titel, De poort, verwijst naar een sleutelpassage in het slotstuk van het boek. Protagonist Sosuke reist af naar een boeddhistische tempel in Kamakura om bij zichzelf te rade gaan. Het verleden hangt als een molensteen om zijn nek, waardoor Sosuke het idee krijgt dat hij voor een keuze staat: confronteer ik mijn verleden of negeer ik het? Gaat Sosuke door de poort of is hij gedoemd om voor haar gesloten deuren te vertoeven? Hoezeer hij het ook probeert blijkt Sosuke niet bij machte om die keuze te maken. Spoilers: zo eindigt de roman dan ook, zonder een Siddhartha-achtige climax. In eerste instantie vond ik dat lastig te verteren – waar lees je anders 300 pagina's naartoe? – maar het past bij de centrale thematiek van het boek (namelijk: het voortkabbelende leven) en in het oeuvre van Natsume (het frivolere I Am a Cat, dat ik vorig jaar las, eindigt op een soortgelijke wijze).

Zoals Van Haute in zijn essay aankaart, blijft er veel onduidelijk na het omslaan van de laatste bladzijde. Het zal mijn Westerse drang zijn om dergelijke losse uiteinden vast te willen knopen en niet te laten bungelen, maar het liet me toch ietwat onvoldaan achter. Dat is absoluut geen diskwalificatie van het boek: De poort is een diepgravende en meditatieve roman, gelardeerd met sieraden van zinnen, zoals bijvoorbeeld het bovenstaande citaat, en memorabele figuren. Het is eerder een bevestiging dat ik zelf nog een hele weg te gaan heb voordat ik de poort heb bereikt en haar weet te passeren.

[Karine · Rating 5 out of 5]

Altijd fan geweest van de rustgevende, kabbelende sfeer in Japanse boeken. De poort van Natsume Soseki is weer zo een ontdekking. In het huidige Tokyo zal het er wel anders aan toe gaan. Behalve in de boeken van Haruki Murakami waar zinzoekers in absurde werelden blijven ronddwalen. Murakami blijf ik lezen, Natsume Soseki ook. Zijn boek Kokoro: de wegen van het hart zal een volgende zijn.

[Crito · Rating 5 out of 5]

I appreciate how Soseki handles sadness. Here it is nothing profound in a privileged literary sense, but is rather an ordinary and consistent feature of the lives of these ordinary people. And yet it is never disarmed and undermined as merely ordinary, Sosuke suffers in the way only he can, it is just not merely particularized as such. Nor is the sadness tremendously dramatized more than it needs to be, it often appears like this:

"He had closed his eyes to [the New Year's] approach until it was almost upon him, since for people like himself, it could hold out little new hope. All the same, the festive mood of the season was catching, and he could not help feeling some of the excitement himself."

That is, it manifests as a mere precondition on top of which the rest of life may rise and fall. That may give a reader the impression at times that there's not a whole lot going on in this novel, when that's practically the point. As a result the novel unfolds in a way which, apart from the final act, feels like a blueprint for what Ozu would later go on to do. This is not to say this is entirely absent of any drama whatever, or that sadness is entirely elemental; just that Soseki exercises a lot of nuance and comes away with a truer expression as a result.

[Nur · Rating 4 out of 5]

Kendine yabancılaşmış bir adam, geçim sıkıntılarına rağmen varolmaya çalışan bir huzur ortamı ve kasten kitabı çevrelemesi için konulmuş bir belirsizlik. Çok güzeldi. Final kısmını biraz zayıf bulmuş olsam da kitaptan çok keyif aldım. Soseki’nin kalemi bana tanımlayamadığım bir dinginlik veriyor. Oyone ve Sosuke’nin ilişkisi büyük ihtimalle sosyal normlara uymayan bir şekilde gerçekleşmiş ve iki karakter de geçmişin yankılarını halen taşımakta. Olayın kendisi değil, etkilerinin önemli olduğu bir eserdi. Sosuke karakteri önüne açılan kapılara karşı hep temkinli, risk alamıyor, kapıların eşiğinde durup eylemsizliğe teslim oluyor sanki. Bu da karakterimizi oldukça gerçekçi kılıyor.