I have mixed feelings about this book. I have to remind myself that it was written in 1953, and that things that were cultural norms then are downright offensive and racist in 2024. Because of that, I give this book a high rating, but not a perfect one.
It is a classic tale of forbidden love, the canned story of a man and woman whose worlds are so vastly different, and yet they find themselves irresistibly attracted to one another. There are things about this book that I can really appreciate:
- It paints a picture (how accurate, I do not know, but I assume it is somewhat realistic) of Western Japan in the 1950s during the occupation years. It takes place right in my backyard (mostly Takarazuka and Osaka, though Kobe and Nishinomiya are also featured to an extent).
- It tackles the idea of interracial relationships and marriage, and wow, do I ever appreciate having met my Japanese wife in 2010, and not in 1952. That said, the conclusions reached probably rubbed people the wrong way in that day and age (though now, they seem quite obvious). Here are some quotes from the end of the book (without big spoilers, don't worry):
"... I knew that a man can have many homes and one of them must be that place on earth, however foreign, where he first perceives that he and some woman could happily become part of the immortal passage of human beings over the face of the earth: the childbearers, the field tillers, the builders, the fighters and eventually the ones who die and go back to the earth."
"... I knew I lived in an age when the only honorable profession was soldiering, when the only acceptable attitude toward strange lands and people of another color must be not love but fear."
In spite of beautiful passages like this that hit close to home, I found myself rooting against the protagonist and cringing at his romantic feelings. He went from Romeo Montague to a full-fledged lover of Juliet Capulet way too quickly, especially considering he could not even communicate with his belle. He kissed her deeply way too much and it definitely felt out of place with Japanese society that she (a highly reputed and revered Takarazuka dancer) succumbed to him way too easily.
This was also (from my understanding) one of Michener's first books, hence it being on the short side, which showed in his occasional syntactical clumsiness. He probably got better at his craft as he wrote more, but there were times I found myself rolling my eyes at his word and phrasal selection.
Still, it was definitely a page-turner and I enjoyed it for what it was worth: a window into post-war Japan, US military/Japan relations, interracial love.