The celebration of women's historical achievements has gained momentum since the 1980's. Their aspirations and defiance drive a narrative of courage, rejection of social convention, and more recently the shattering of glass ceilings. Triumph, whether real or symbolic, anchors their place in history. In focusing on the details of their individual identities, however, it's easy to overlook the countless anonymous somen who chafed against their limited options and lived lives of resistance which left little individual evidence of historical accomplishment. Their success was limited by circumstance and bad luck. Historian Amy Stanley documents the life of one such woman whose life spanned the last 50 years of the Tokugawa shogunate.
Her name was Tsuneno. She was born in 1804 in the now vanished village of Ishigami located in the “snow country” of northwestern Honshu. Her father was the temple priest of the Pure Land Buddhist sect, so she had a degree of social status. She and her seven siblings learned to read and write. Stanley has conducted a thorough excavation of her correspondence preserved in her brother Giyū's fastidious archive of documents. She enhances that material with fascinating details of Edo's complex social, economic and political life.
In Ishigami Tsuneno was destined to be a wife and mother. Key guides were The Classic of Filial Piety and The Greater Learning for Women. One need not be clairvoyant to imagine their themes. She married at age 12 and came of age as the wife of a temple priest in the distant village of Ōishida. Fourteen years later the marriage ended in divorce. In 1833 she was married off to a prosperous farmer in Ōshima, a union that lasted four years. Her next marriage lasted four months. She did not bear any children. Stanley speculates on reasons these marriages might have failed, but hastens to add it was not necessarily due to the failure to produce children.
Tsuneno had always wanted to go to Edo. She had expressed this in frequent letters and after three marriages she had become both obstinate and emboldened. Now in her mid-thirties, her only prospect would be some aged widower and in any case she had had enough of marriage. Ishigami and Edo, despite being only a two weeks walk apart were two different worlds, and Tsuneno wanted that different world.
Stanley contrasts Tsuneno's options with those open to men by gleaning from biographies of contemporaries. She incorporates history to form context. Historical markers reveal a trajectory of increasing social instability. In 1825 there was the Edict to Repel Foreign Vessels, evidence of the shogunate's increasing xenophobia. A series of disastrous harvests beginning in 1833 marked the Tenpō Famine which culminated in a short-lived but significant rebellion in Ōsaka. In 1841 Mizuno Tadakuni launched a series of draconian and reactionery reforms that crippled the economy and dismantled the popular theater district.
Edo had culture, color and art, but it also had isolation and squalor. Earning a living was difficult.
Tsuneno navigated these upheavals and staggering poverty with tenacity. She refused her family's entreaties to return home. Stanley immerses us in the Edo Tsuneno must have experienced: warrens of narrow alleys, her abode of a lightless 9 x 6 foot apartment with flimsy walls, streets crowded with peddlers and rivers clogged with a floating fish market of jostling boats.
Despite their swagger and distinctive costumes, the samurai class that comprised half the population was only slightly better off financially. None of them had ever seen battle, and as part of the entourage of lords affiliated with the Shogun, they were a superfluous class paid not in coin but in bales of rice, and thus, subject to the vagaries of a commodities futures market. Brokers and moneylenders held the real wealth.
Stanley also provides a glimpse of the harsh, arbitrary justice system with a reliance on “fingertips,” criminal but protected informants, to keep order.
Stanley is forced to speculate about Tsuneno's true emotions by reading between the lines of her correspondence, veiled in polite phrases and understatement. In the end she does not believe Tsuneno regretted her trade-off, Edo for Ishigawa. She married a man from a similar background, Izawa Hirosuke, divorced him four years later, returned to Ishigawa, but re-married him in 1846 and returned to Edo where they lived until her death in 1853, a scant two months before Perry's black ships arrived.
Tsuneno had no idealistic notions that governed her decisions. She only acted on the conviction that the one option offered by society was to her intolerable. Unintentionally, she was part of the great shift from rural to urban living that would shape Japan. “The city wasn't just a backdrop to Tsuneno's life. It was a place she created, day by day. And when she died, other women, other unknown people, would take up her work.” (p.236)
Fifteen years after her death, the world she had known was erased. Japan had been pried open and the fissures in its society had cracked. The Shogunate passed into history and the Meiji Restoration began. Edo transformed into Tokyo. “Still, Edo was a ghost of what it had been and only the barest shadow of what it would become. It had been fifteeen years, barely a moment, since Tsuuneno had died and Perry's ships had anchored at Uraga. But the world she had known, the bannermen in their ranks, the City Magistrate in his office, the shogun in his castle, the retainers in their barracks, it was over.” (p. 242)