"Isn't it possible that the fine dust particles of my words – which Mori can't grasp now – like the dust accumulated over the centuries in a secluded cellar, might spontaneously burst into flame one day?"
"and unless you see things with the compound eye of an insect, you novelists can never capture life in its entirety, can you?"
Compound eye! Ha! "The Pinch Runner Memorandum" is a new angle on those same stories and themes last glimpsed in, most obviously, "A Personal Matter", "The Silent Cry", "Rouse Up...", "A Quiet Life" and "The Changeling". Kenzaburo Oe's in here with us somewhere ... hiding ...just out of sight... flashing those little pulses we love so much: here's the boy with a cerebral haemorrhage who was selected for death by the doctors ... here's an angry cult of anarchic and disturbed young men. The extreme physical violence which somehow seems to cleanse ... the difficult relationships with alcohol ... the suicide of a loved one ... the Emperor and the A-bomb ... Kurt Vonnegut ... the Children's Crusade of 1212 ... a boy's erections ... the angry and lonely wives ... the anal sex ... What a man! What a life.
"I had resolved to insist with renewed conviction that we [a fictional Kenzaburo Oe and his fictional son] had been picked as a pinch runner for humankind. If I had to respond to stangers who smiled or whimpered at us, I'd just say, I never ask myself what qualifications made the Cosmic Will designate us as the pinch runner. Besides, if we were really a superior player we would've already been a regular in the rescue game for humankind. But we can't hesitate now, or lose our confidence. We've already been picked. We're on base, where we've always wanted to be; the Cosmic Coach has given us the sign, concentrate, be alert for the chance to run. What's more, we've got to rely on our own sixth sense to make that decision!
GO, GO, GO, GO, GO, GO, GO, GO, GO.
"
Honest Mr Oe:
"In the meantime we noticed our children fidgeting as they raised their chins in silence with an urgent look on their faces, the look of being suspended in mid-air. When we took them to the bathroom, they stood at either side of the commode trying to urinate, but since they had held their piddle too long, their penises were now as erect as a cobra's head, the urine sprayed everywhere, wetting their thighs and our pants."
I was always urinating with an erection as a boy! I'd completely forgotten.
"Parents of our children often closely resemble one another. In my own lovemaking, I sometimes feel my wife and I are committing incest."
"'Have you let the hospital people know that after I defecate, my anal lining needs to be pushed back into my rectum with wet fingers?'"