Jam packed with beautiful little poems and brutal honesty.
In a Japan ruined by war, a young primary school teacher is struck down with TB and embarks on more than a decade of hospital stays, self-reflection, relationship-building, socialising, despair, joy, stoicism, creativity, grief, and the discovery of faith. The narrative is chronological, though not smoothed and paced nicely, nor structured as I would have expected a conversion story to be (so I guess it is so much more than that - in fact when she becomes a Christian, about two-thirds of the way through, it's all very sudden and almost matter-of-fact), and as much as anything else is a real eye-opener on how TB was treated in the middle of the 20th century, and a window onto a degree of chronic suffering and a community of chronic suffering and early death that I can't really imagine (seven years in a plaster cast, and that was just the coup de grace of a much longer succession of treatments and convalescences in various hospitals and sanitoria).
Throughout, the quiet devotion of her family who bore the burden of care, both financial and in terms of feeding and cleaning her through the ordeal, the delightful eccentricity and big personalities of several of her fellow patients, are really striking, alongside the author's own very unique way of going about life and conversation!