‘Izanami-sama, why do you suffer?’ I asked, without thinking.
‘Because I am a female god.’
I considered myself a big fan of Natsuo Kirino after reading her crime thriller Out , and I confess I am unfamiliar with Japanese mythology. So I started this book with great expectations, only to struggle to finish it and with a bitter aftertaste for a conclusion.
It’s all about tears and revenge. From the shape of the distant island where the story starts to the darkest pits of the underworld where the journey ends.
The tears are shed by women who are betrayed by men and the revenge is that of wronged women against traitorous men. Archetypal men and women, starting with the very first couple to emerge from the primordial chaos: Izanami and Izanaki. Their family squabble apparently started on the very day of creation, and continues to this day:
I was a woman, and women were not permitted to speak first.
It gets worse. Izanami gets sick and is disfigured by illness. She dies and goes to the Realm of the Dead. Her husband Izanaki descends after her, but when he sees her new form, he runs away. This will prove unpardonable.
‘My husband, Izanaki, put that boulder there to block the passage, so I am trapped here for all eternity.’
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The story of these prime gods of the Japanese Pantheon is told by another woman, a mortal girl this time, who is in turn betrayed by a man she trusts, killed and sent to the Realm of the Dead where she will serve as an instrument of Izanami’s revenge. I am painting the plot in very wide brushstrokes here, partly in order to avoid spoilers but also because my early interest in the mythological parts of the story was crushed by the heavy handed revisionist treatment of Kirino. She appears to believe feminist goals can only be achieved not by uplifting women, but by bringing down and destroying the men. In a hard-boiled context like in Out this attitude was easier to accept than her attempt to rewrite mythology as a female empowerment tool.
Which is sad, because I believed the story of the tear-shaped island and its unusual customs really had potential.
Our island was governed by cruel customs.
Sixteen years old Namima, a sort of ugly duckling growing up in the shadow of her beautiful and accomplished sister Kamikuu, will learn the truth about her home island the hard way. When she does, she tries to escape by boat with the young man she has fallen in love with: Mahito.
I believe that it was because I broke the law that I was able to confront my true fate.
Alas, Namima ends up in the realm ruled by the bitter goddess Izanami and further painful revelations are waiting their turn. She will also learn the origin story of the gods, starting with the first pair Izanami and Izanaki, a tale that is strangely mirroring her own betrayal by a man.
Mahito’s fickleness and betrayal had left ice in my heart. I felt that the Realm of the Dead was a suitable place for me now. [...] I understood Izanami’s anger and bitterness.
Sadly, the rest of the story devolves from this point into an endless rant about how bad men are and how much the women must endure. There are of course plot elements that push the story forward, including the journey of the male god Izanaki in the realm of the living and the tale of the next generation of girls to fall under the curse of the island’s customs. But I was frankly losing interest in the whole project, so these details are already fading out, except some rather humorous plot holes of a one armed man rowing a boat or climbing a vertical cliff. Truly, a feat worthy of a god.
Even the quotes I saved from the text reflect only the message of revenge against men and little else of value:
More than anything, her voice registered the anger she felt at being forced to cut her life short.
I want to make him suffer. I don’t think he should be allowed to forget.
‘In all things you think only of yourself. And you have no qualms about disrupting order in other worlds. You are now a wayward human, and I – as a god – am meting out punishment. That is all.’
I always thought that the Oriental concept of yin / yang is one of harmony, of creating a circle out of two opposite shapes. Apparently, for Kirino, the struggle for domination is more important that the union of opposites.
‘There is always poison. You can be certain of it. So long as there is a day, there will be a night. And where there is yang, there is yin. To every front, a back. No white without black. Everything on earth has its opposite, its mate.’
Even with my present disappointment, I still think Natsuo Kirino is a very talented writer, with a lot to say for the women’s cause. But I believe I should stick to her contemporary crime novels in the future and I will try to learn about mythology from a different, less revisionist source.