This is the camp novel I didn't know I needed. This is the camp novel I have been waiting all my life for.
I have read a lot of camp novels. None of them have really truly satisfied me. While there are some good ones out there and some important ones too, they always seemed a little too reserved, a little too buttoned up for me to enjoy. Most of them are written by nisei and sansei. Maybe there's something constraining about writing about something you had to bear witness to. It's hard to imagine things when something like this has happened to you. Most of the time, if you can remember, you'll be damned if you are going to talk about it to your kids.
This is a novel of short vignettes about life in the Gila River Internment/Concentration/Incarceration Camp, linked by the presence of two characters named Margaret Morri and (Yoshi)Kane Araki. Margaret and Kane can be babies or old people, sometimes they are a person with wings, or an insect. Sometimes they are already dead or have just barely been born yet. Most of the time they love each other. Sometimes they hate each other. Sometimes they haven't ever met. They are always from the Central California Coast.
This is a novel that is extremely irreverent. The characters accomplish great things, breaking out of prison by growing wings or looking like a hakujin guy. The characters are also petty. They have loud, spiteful, foolhardy sex. They get obsessed with strange things. They are complicit in their own division and destruction. They have unrealistic dreams. They talk to mysterious and sinister animals and make deals with them.
While some of these things are both impossible and fantastical, when you think that Toyo Miyatake built a contraband camera out of carved wood and smuggled parts, or that someone built an entire illegal basement under their barrack room, or that people designed and planted Japanese gardens in the desert, these things don't seem that fantastical.
This is a magical realist novel. Like a lot of magical realist novels it brings a terrible time for a people into painful detail by being both too magical and too real. Humorous, terrible, and smelling like the dusty broken down pachinko machine in my ba-chan's garage, all too real. I loved it.