"'Shota, shall I write about you? I feel like writing about your life.' 'Go ahead. By all means, please write, whether it's about the good or the bad,'"
Toson, trailblazer for those Japanese naturalists - Katai Tayama appears in this very briefly - writes about the sad decline of two middle class families; his own led by his elder brother, and his elder sister's, led by her husband. We focus on a young writer - a fictional Shimazaki Toson - and his efforts to forge a life of his own, whilst all the time managing the decline of those around him. His nephew, Shota, and his particular hardships form a strong part of the narrative, particularly the second half.
"'You know, I'm beginning to wonder whether it's really a good thing for us to spend our lives helping relatives.'"
Fictional Shimazaki Toson's writing supports most members of the family through difficult times. It seems that none of the rest of them have the brains to make the price of a packet of tea. Worse, the heads of the families like to lavish cash on expensive geisha. Borrowing to support his siblings and their children and refusing to compromise and accept a lucrative but less creative avenue for his talents, fictional Shimazaki Toson's three young daughters succumb to the hardship. They all die in 1906, one after the other, starting with the youngest. It's really very sad.
"The Koizumi daughters grew like young grass in the midst of the degeneration and decline that had overtaken the house."
His brothers' daughters thrive (well ... survive, for the most part) and, while his wife's away, fictional Shimazaki Toson falls quite hard for one of them. Scandalous! Crisis is averted when his wife returns.
"'This is no life. Everything is just floating.'"
There's a very sad end, which I won't ruin for you. But you can have a good long cry, which is a bit awkward if it's during the lunch hour at work.
It's rather a disjointed affair, but feels incredibly sincere and truthful. Fictional Shimazaki Toson's peccadilloes and the frank accounts of his relationship with his wife often made me think of old Kenzaburō Ōe. In particular, there's a scene where fictional Shimazaki Toson returns to the village of his ancestors and it felt like fictional Oe Kenzaburo's return to the Ehime village in The Silent Cry.
There's lots here, too, for those interested in Japan at the turn of the last century. Although Toson has kept his story removed from international and even national affairs - there's only one slight reference to the Russo-Japanese War - there's lots of interesting stuff about how people lived their lives. There was (is?) a different tea that you drink for an auspicious departure. It was usual to bring a child's body back from the hospital in a rickshaw. Vendors sold "warm milk" on Tokyo street corners (gag). Muscular young men carried travellers through the surf to board their ferries. Other bits I liked:
Shota's sister has a learning disability and Toyose, Fictional Shimazaki Toson's wife, loses her in Tokyo: "'If she were lost for good, I was ready to beat the daylights out of Toyose.' Toyose turned her back and wiped her tears. "Of course. If Osen hadn't come home, I was going to kill myself."
"Morihiko had been looking at Otane's [his sister's] profile for some time. 'How about that!' he exclaimed. 'She's still thinking about sex, at her age!' he said bluntly, cutting to the truth of the matter. They all burst out laughing and looked at Otane. 'Yes, I am. Of course I am!' she retorted sulkily in an angry tone."
It is a very interesting book. I had to read it for a class, so I wouldn’t normally have chosen it myself but after some time I was really invested in the story. I highly recommend to read the 33 pages before the actual story, those 33 pages are about the family history of shimazaki touson and other things. I highly recommend the book for fans of the shishosetsu genre or fans of naturalism. But still it’s a very hard read!
Such a heavy book. After learning that the story is based off his life I can understand that it must of partially been written as a form of grieving. Trying to find meaning in death. And condemn the family for their complicity in it due to their unwillingness to change.