Pareidolia
: The tendency to perceive a specific, often meaningful image in a random or ambiguous visual pattern.
Apophenia
: The tendency to perceive a connection or meaningful pattern between unrelated or random things.
This strange little book is filled with instances of Peter Carey finding meaning where there is none. Luckily (or unfortunately for him) at every stage he has a Japanese master animator or cultural expert to gently tell him to stop jumping at shadows. Sometimes he gets lucky and they do give him some insights but then he's largely disappointed that he didn't think of them himself. It's absolutely incredible the people he gets to interview or talk to, including Miyazaki!
Carey's various interviews reminded me so much of this hilarious NYT interview with Haruki Murakami where the interviewer sees what they think is a supernatural butterfly while Murakami is out of the room.
After a few minutes, a strange creature fluttered into my view of the garden. At first it seemed like some kind of bird — a strange hairy hummingbird, maybe, based on the way it was hovering. But then it started to look more like two birds stuck together: it wobbled more than it flew, and it had all kinds of flaps and extra parts hanging off it. I decided, in the end, that it was a big, black butterfly, the strangest butterfly I had ever seen. It floated there, wiggling like an alien fish, just long enough for me to be confused — to try to resolve it, never quite successfully, into some familiar category of thing. And then it flew away, wiggling, off down the mountain toward the ocean, retracing, roughly, the route Murakami and I had taken on our run.
Moments after the butterfly left, Murakami came down the stairs and sat, quietly, at his dining-room table. I told him I had just seen the weirdest butterfly I had ever seen in my entire life. He took a drink from his plastic water bottle, then looked up at me. “There are many butterflies in Japan,” he said. “It is not strange to see a butterfly.”
There were a few flashes of insight in this little book. Those who've read Murakami will know his obsession with wells. Well, here's a little extract for you. Carey was watching My Neighbour Totoro with a Japanese architect and he was getting the architect to explain all the little bits of the movie that a western audience wouldn't recognise.
"'Also', he said, 'it is a kind of ghost house'
'What makes it a ghost house?'
'Well, as you will see in a moment, there is a well'
'So?'
'The well is a very animistic thing. It is a hole to another world, to ghosts and spirits. A Japanese viewer sees that well and immediately understands that this will be a story about spirits.'
A more infuriating example came when the creator of the Gundam anime franchise Yoshiyuki Tomino talks to Carey about the fact that he created Gundam to sell toys because he just wanted to make a movie but the toys were how money could be made. Carey thought Gundam had all this deep meaning addressing WWII etc and Tomino kept insisting no it was entirely pragmatic. But then suddenly Carey gets something else from Tomino.
"Being able to fight in a war is an expression of one's citizenship. If you are an adult, you do it as a responsible citizen. But if you are a child - these days, I mean - war makes you either a victim or an accomplice."
This was getting way too Japanese for me. I told Mr Tomino I did not quite get this point.
"'Victim' and 'accomplice' both have to do with crime, but 'citizenship' has to do with public duty and responsibility."
This is frustrating because there are things to learn and Carey has to push to find them but then when he gets there he says stupid things like "This was getting way too Japanese for me."
Do you want the insight or not? He spends most of his time complaining that he made a blundering fool of himself and the meaning he's searching for isn't there and then when he finally does get the insights he complains that they're not how he likes them.
The book does live up to it's title, Carey is definitely wrong about Japan, and he does travel with his son. It's all there it could have been such a good book but ultimately it's too small and unpolished to be considered of any merit. In fact I'm not even sure why it was published. Did he have a commitment to a publisher? The real shame is that Carey is an exceptional writer and a great thinker. He's a titan of Australian writing and arguably global literature. With a bit more effort this could have been a seriously strong book about Japan, fatherhood, travel, culture, life, the universe etc. Instead it reads as a poorly constructed whiny diary.