Back in my University days, I remember chatting with a literature professor of mine who was telling me about how important student evaluations of teachers are in regards to things like tenure. A flippant “this teacher sucks” from a student who never did any of the readings or half assed their papers could ruin someone’s career.
More specifically, a student in our class had written such an evaluation with the lines that “professor xxx is obsessed with sex and he makes us read these sexually explicit stories”
The teacher in question was anything but that, but as for the stories she was referring to, I knew right away which writer from the grave was vexing this student and blowing up my professor’s career. Tanizaki.
While my professor, as far as I know wasn’t consumed by sex, I can’t say the same for Tanizaki.
In “Diary of a mad old man” however, it is not sex which consumes our narrator but his inability to have it. His old age, combined with his desire, lead him into some shady situations with his son’s wife Satsuko.
Satsuko is young, attractive, and all too willing to exploit her aging father in law’s erotic desires for cash. Our narrator, in a dull marriage, with all the aches and pains of an old man, and having been deprived of most earthly pleasures in the name of his health (he has a nurse follow him everywhere and constantly monitoring what he does) is all to happy to oblige.
Of course his family is horrified. Strangely enough, less by the fact that it’s his daughter in law but more by what they view as the unseemliness of it.
Out narrator could care less and throws himself into buying Setsuko whatever she wants and getting to lick her knees and feet in return. Yes really.
I was a little grossed out by this old guy putting this young woman’s toes in his mouth for money but as a middle aged man myself, I asked myself, is it really so wrong?
There is no coercion here, and while his fetishes aren’t mine or many people’s cup of tea, if they both are ok with it, who are any of us to say they can’t do it?
Tanizaki’s work often pushes boundaries and forces us to look at taboos, be they societal or sexual, and he does so here as masterfully as he does in any of his novels.
There is also a really interesting subtext, if you choose to read this book that way, about a rapidly modernizing Japan in the middle of the 20th century.
Satsuko is all Coca Cola, western music , fashion, and airplanes, while our narrator is Japanese clothes, traditional food, and trains (he tells us he’s never been on a plane).
We can almost feel through our narrator (and his endless diary entries of his physical maladies) the death throes of a rapidly changing society represented by Satsuko who are charging ahead into a new world but willing to let the traditionalists at least lick behind their knee on their way out for a few dollars.
As a side note, when I was reading this book, I imagined the character of Satsuko as the famous Japanese film actress Ayako Wakao, who was the the bad girl of Japanese cinema during this period.
Imagine my surprise to find that there actually was a film version of this story made in 1962 starring...Ayako Wakao!
Can’t wait to see it!