I decided to track this book down after a reference to it in a Modern History of Japan. It was out of print locally so I found a second hand copy.
It’s strength to me was as a fascinating local contemporary view of a time and place I knew little about. Having read a fair amount of 20th century Japanese fiction in translation, this depicts a nation in transition from traditional ways of life to the modernity attendant with the industrial revolution and global trading and cultural exchange. The author and main character is not, I suspect, that typical insofar as he is a Christian with a relatively Panglossian view of the changes of the Meiji era.
While bemoaning the ‘modern’ obsession with money and consumption (plus ca change), Tokutomi is generally optimistic. There is less of the depiction of the vicious exploitation of workers and awful poverty seen in Dickens, Dostoevsky or Zola, nor the railing against the advances of technology as in EM Forster’s ‘Howard’s End’ published 9 years later.
The plot is a sort of Japanese ‘Great Expectations’ in a way. A family hits hard times and the son goes off to make his fortune, meeting good and bad characters while showing commendable resilience and high values.
The characters were less caricatured than Dickens. Although writing earlier, he covered a a not dissimilar phase of change in his society. For example, there was a very nuanced understanding of the background and redeeming features of a small time money lender. There are ‘salt of the earth’ types whose grounded values handle success well and common meanness found in many others.
I found the depiction of the mix of old and new fascinating. The attitudes to, and portrayal of, women, while not acceptable now, were far more positive than I expected. There are many powerful women. There are repeated arguments in favour of not only the importance of education for women but also of the value of coeducation. Well ahead of the UK for 1901?
From a dramatic narrative perspective, rather than historical document, I enjoyed the first 2/3 more than the latter stages. There was more dramatic tension, while the last section dragged a bit with an extensive account of falling in love and would he/wouldn’t he marry the girl. Then the final tying up of loose ends was a finely wrought exercise in unnecessary splicing rather than leaving anything to the reader’s imagination.
So if you are interested in the culture and history, I’d definitely recommend. If you only want an excellently crafted novel of the time, I’d go with Tolstoy, Turgenev, Zola or even EM Forster in preference.