“Back in his room, the last of the light had all but gone. But Ushimatsu did not light his lamp. For a long time he sat as if in a stupor, alone in the darkness.”
“A life of deception his had been up till now: of self-deception... What good did it do, the endless agonizing?”
A high 4/5, perchance a 4.75? This book covers a lot of bases for things that tickle me funny bone when reading. Japanese naturalist/realist and existential? Yup. Beautiful prose poetically describing scenic natural beauty? Yup. Sweeping commentary on generational differences, social issues (especially in religion, class, and politics)? Yup. Bittersweet ending and light romance sprinkled in? Of course!
This book does a lot of things that captivate me, if only it were a bit longer? I don’t know what makes this a 4 not a 5, perhaps it is the length, at times the prose on the scenery or general day to day activities was too long, perhaps the ending felt abrupt and too “everything is happy and great and works out in the end!” for my liking. And as I said, the book does a LOT of commentary on a wide array of issues. The fall is that sometimes I want more of one thing (say hierarchy and generational/ideological conflict between old and new, Meiji and tradition) but it is only touched upon and then we move on (think of the lascivious priest for example).
But despite these complaints it still has a charm for me in its realistic portrayal of Meiji society pre Russo Japanese war (and later taisho and showa era wars) that I haven’t tapped into too much (most of what I’ve read from Japan is post 1905), especially in commentary on religion, rural and impoverished classes, discrimination, nepotism, political corruption and more. The second charm is the prose, I felt like I was watching a slice of life anime (im sorry for how cringy that sounds), just looking at individuals, lives, and realistic portrayals of them. He writes what he sees, and he does it well, Toson is a great story teller. And I love looking at smaller/micro-histories, stories that involve everyday people and the connection to larger societal critique over “great battles, great men, great strategies,” because as gleamed here, there’s much more to life and history than that.
Anyhow quotes time, thank you Mr Toson!:
“"I can't help admiring these modern gentlemen of ours, Segawa-they'll face anything, if only there's money in it.”
RIP Inoko sensei you were the GOAT
“But whatever troubles a man may have got himself into, to be willing to marry just for the money and nothing else- and anybody can see that's what he's after-it's too contemptible, don't you agree?”
“Why does he have to come and go half-disguised, instead of openly like a man? And the rest of the time he's parading himself as a candidate for the Diet! Those are fine glib speeches he makes about setting the nation's affairs in order—but what about his own? Who was it who spoke about pygmy minds behind pompous masks? That's Takayanagi for you. It's horrifying, though. Money justifies everything nowadays”
“what shocks me about him is that he can sell his soul and then pretend nothing has happened.”
“Some people say I'm poor because I drink, but if you ask me, I drink because I'm poor. I can't go a single day without drinking. When I started drinking, I drank to forget my troubles, but now it's the other way round: I drink to make myself feel the pain. Sounds silly, I suppose. If I miss the saké for just one evening, my mind goes numb it's only when I'm drinking and letting the misery of it all sink in that I feel alive at all.”
“All my energy's gone. There's just nothing left in me, Segawa. A carthorse kept at work with the whip till it drops: that's what I am, Segawa— a carthorse!"”
“Change, change-look at the castle ruins down by the river. What do you and your generation think of those stone walls, or what's left of them? I'm so overcome when I see all that ivy creeping up them, I nearly choke. Almost every castle you go to, it's the same; nothing but a few ruins, and mulberry trees planted where the samurai used to drill.”
“According to him, an election was a game, a play with the politicians as actors: "All the rest of us are required to do is enjoy the spectacle."
“A "clever educator" usually means one who has built up a strong position for himself by collusion with the town councillors or other local bigwigs.”
“He was an educator of the old style, who belonged to a different age altogether…he wanted to be able to say that "today" still belonged to himself and his contemporaries…Nothing is so frightening as change. The principal did not like the thought of growing old, of declining into obscurity, of handing over his armour to the succeeding generation. He wanted to keep his position and the status that went with it forever.
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We'll pack the place with our people, eh? That way you can sit tight as long as you want…”