#japanese fiction

[galina]

I wasn't sure how I felt about this one overall, but I laughed a lot at this little bit of The Cat Who Saved Books – it's giving the energy of those book bloggers who read more books than seems humanly possible. Nothing but love to all my quick readers out there 🤍

[pawswithprose]

June 22nd 💕

Books, flowers, art, colour, cats and comfort are key things for this summer.

🎧 the louvre by lorde

[luxetobscuritas-blog]

JOMP Book Photo Challenge / November / 15 / disabled character

For today's prompt, I’m choosing Sweet Bean Paste by Durian Sukegawa. This Japanese novel centers around Tokue, an elderly woman who was diagnosed with leprosy, a chronic disease that caused her hands to become deformed when she was a teenager, and Sentaro, a troubled middle-aged man who works in a small dorayaki shop.

Sweet Bean Paste mostly explores the theme of isolation, loneliness, and the social discrimination against people with disabilities. Sentaro has distanced himself emotionally, trapped in a monotonous routine of making dorayaki. He avoids close connections because of past regrets and drowns his sadness in alcohol. In contrast, Tokue has spent decades physically isolated, shunned by society due to her disability. But when their paths cross, a healing bond begins to form. Through Tokue’s gentle wisdom and her art of making sweet bean paste, Sentaro starts to open up, reconnecting with his own emotions and with the people around him.

[vital-information]

“[Natsume] Sōseki himself was extremely skeptical of the notion of leaving the past behind [ ]. As he wrote a decade earlier in his Theory of Literature [Bungakuron]:

It would be a terrible mistake simply to look to the past of one’s consciousness and assume that because it lies in the past it is necessarily less evolved than it is at present…To conclude that the tastes of the past are childish in comparison with those of today, particularly when the tastes in question are of a different quality entirely, is never acceptable even if such a judgment is made only with regard to one’s own consciousness.

It is also hard to imagine that the same man who wrote this in 1905 and “The Heredity of Taste” just six years before [his novel] Kokoro could have subscribed wholeheartedly to [the narrator] watakushi’s program of progress and his Oedipal narrative of internally mediated homosociality. Kokoro is not, after all, an elegiac romance. It is a novel that critiques the notions of progress and ‘maturation’ that are inherent in that genre to provide a much more nuanced picture of our relation to the past. For Sōseki, moreover, the narrativization of sexuality-as-development was inseparable from the narratives of the global imperial order of which he remained critical throughout his career.

In many ways, the same could be said for Sigmund Freud, who consistently sought to avoid equating the normal with the normative and knew very well that development is always beset by regressions and repetitions. Despite that knowledge, however, the narrative thrust of Freud’s ‘Three Essays’ heads inexorably towards genital heterosexuality. Freud’s argument is thus a modernizing argument insofar as it postulates a single trajectory of progress and downplays the role of violence and repudiation that fuels that progress. For Sōseki, however, a Japanese writer who was acutely aware of his position on the global periphery and as a subject of an increasingly rapacious Japanese empire, there was no missing the fact that those who have reached the ‘next stage’ have done so by scrambling over the backs of others, only to kick them in the face to keep from being overtaken. They look back with disdain on where they imagine they came from and see those who are ‘still there’ as qualitatively inferior—even as they disingenuously recite the modernizationist mantra that promises everyone the chance to ‘catch up.’”

J. Keith Vincent, Two-Timing Modernity: Homosocial Narrative in Modern Japanese Fiction

[tinynavajoreads]

Currently Reading: Where the Wild Ladies Are by Aoko Masters, translated by Polly Barton

Grabbed this from my work library before we closed for the winter break and I'm liking it so far! A series of short stories that are kind of based on Japanese folklore and yokai. It's lovely to see how these can be interpreted and interesting to read a little bit of backstory of the original tale the short story is based off of.

[chokiechips]

The Lake

   Every night in her childhood,  Haruka’s mother would cradle a half-asleep, dainty little Haruka into her quaint bedroom, the moonlight shining through the window, where the bridge over the lake was.

  She would be carefully laid on the soft mattress on the bed, just above the straw tatami mat, as a gentle flame burned atop the candle by the mattress. 

Haruka loved these moments. Akane would drape the silken comforter over her small body, tucking her in, before cuddling close to the girl in the cold darkness, and whispering the usual tale of the Akuma no Kenshin . As Haruka slowly drifted off into her everlasting wonderland, where she would play with Akane in the very same lake that glimmered and rippled under the horrified watch of the moon.

 As stars would twinkle their warnings.

 As the traitorous clouds camouflaged the slimy creature that slithered between the rocks at the bed of the lake they splashed happily in.

A bedtime tale passed down from mother to daughter in the Norowareta family, generation to generation.  Of the siren sent down from the heavens, equipped with a gleaming, warm smile, radiant eyes that shined with an indescribable gentleness, and her multichrome scales that shined with the sun. The great Akuma no Kenshin. That’s how the Norowareta’s family lake came to be known as the Tengoku no Shonin. “ The Heaven’s Prize”. 

        Haruka would spend every waking moment in the sacred lake, lotuses floating lazily across the crystal waters, the cherry blossom flowers dropping from the overhanging tree into the deep waters, and koi fish, a kaleidoscope of reds, oranges and yellows playing mischievous games under the water. She would kick up a torrent of waves, giggling as the flowers moved aside for the grandeur of the current. Sometimes rode it. 

Akane loved it. As they soaked their legs in the cool water, she would share stories from the beginning of time with her beloved daughter. She would do anything. For Haruka.

        However times change. Haruka’s sparkling blue eyes that shined with curiosity and intrigue darkened over time, now a muddy hue, burdened with knowledge. Her coveted locks of hair chopped off the minute she turned 16.  Time spent with her mother growing less and less.

         Akane couldn’t juggle the misery with her role as mother and wife. Loneliness crept over her features over the passage of time, taking the form of wrinkles and ashen hair. The lake had withered with age along with the pair.

           On a dry afternoon in the present, Haruka sat, poised and graceful, atop the chair in the pavilion, reading through manuscript after manuscript. She had enough of her mother’s playfulness and childish behaviour. Haruka wasn’t a dreamer or some poet. The siren was a myth, but the exam that she was to sit for to enter the school of scholars wasn’t. Akane peeked through the thin sliding door of her bedroom, a worried expression on her face, a letter in her hand, addressed to her.

A soothing voice broke through the endless silence. “Haruka- please, I need to have a word with you.”

Silence. The brushing of fingers against parchment halted.

“It’s your father, Haruka”

Haruka cut sharply through, cold. “So?”

“You’re to-”. She froze, tears slowly brimming in her eyes, her throat closing up. She could feel her weary, spotted hands shaking slightly. Would her daughter even look at her after this?

“To be wedded off.”

A pause could be heard, the soft whooshing of the wind bringing only shivers through Haruka.  Akane  slid open the door, in hopes of letting her daughter cry in her arms, and rekindle their lost friendship, and reassure her daughter with pats on her back that everything would be alright, and she would do everything possible to protect her.

Instead, she was met with a shaking girl, tears brimming in her hatred-filled eyes, her mouth curved into a snarl. The parchment lay across the floor, the wind blowing roughly outside, tugging at each blossom on the tree to fall into the clutches of the water regardless.

      Akane could feel her face drop. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Shouts and screams echoed throughout the household, the screeching inhuman voice and a weak voice, trying to console and soothe the rage. Hands were thrown, insults shot back, a relationship choked and drowned in water, koi slipping past, their heads bobbing in pity.

Darkness soon enveloped the land of the rising sun, bringing forth drafts that swept the leaves off the grass, letting it drop into the muddy lake. Among the gentle chirps of grasshoppers chattering the latest gossip, to the gentle rustling of the flowers of the sakura blossom tree above, the aggressive  sound of slippers against stone could be heard, as Haruka stormed onto the bridge over the lake.

Holding her shaky breath, she peered into the water below, unable to see the devastated look on her face, the way her eyes were red with tears, her tear-stained cheeks now red from the cold, and her rumpled yukata. 

Holding her breath, she paused, pressing her eyelids tightly together, as far as she could. To bid away the bad dream. Her reality. But no matter how she pressed, she knew that it would do nothing. She was to face her nightmare alone. Her mother proved to be a pushover, a simpleton from the village. She would never know how her “dear” daughter felt. If mother even thought of me as a daughter, Haruka thought.

Thought after thought. Tear after tear. Heartbeat after heartbeat.

The knuckles of the hand that held the bridge’s railing turn a ghastly white.

Finally, she screamed, all her withheld pain and struggling, the pressure and torture into the silence, wailing for hope. For the warmth of her childhood.

The vessels in her throat and forehead strained, her voice cracking with misery as she cried, a torrent flowing down her cheeks.

Through her vision, blurry with tears, she peered down onto the rippling surface of the withered lake to see the image of a disfigured girl staring back at her from the water. The reflection frightened her, the way she had wrinkles already forming on her forehead, the way she no longer looked like her mother’s child, a new being in itself.

The water started to ripple more, all of a sudden. A hand pierced through the water, as if grasping the air, followed by a majestic being.

   Her long, damp, luscious hair, unlike Haruka's, clung to the bare of her back. Her eyes shone a burning, radiant maroon, the colour of blood. She held a beaming smile, emanating an indescribable warmth.

        Haruka couldn’t feel the world around her blur, as she bent over the edge of the bridge to take a look at the majestic creature. Nor the desperate cries of warning coming  from the pavilion.  

Was she hallucinating? Maybe so. Maybe not. But if this creature was the answer to her fears, her misery and her pain, she would gladly give herself up.

Akane’s screams of terror grew, as she watched from the pavilion bend over the edge of the bridge, peering into the water. Her eyes glazed over, mouth gaping, as if in a trance.

Akane gave up screaming, and ran to her daughter. Her beloved. She didn’t care if her daughter no longer acknowledged her, she would face the screams later.

Haruka could feel her heart beat faster and faster, in awe of the creature.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

One footstep off the bridge.

Thump.

The sharp claws of the siren reached for Haruka’s hand.

Her eyes glimmered with greed. 

Skin of scales, a smile belonging to a ravenous shark. Bits of rotting flesh sticking to the teeth.

Haruka stopped, realising. Eyes growing wide, she took in a breath to scream.

Before being plunged into the cold dark waters.

The splash echoed throughout the courtyard, and Akane increased her speed, horrified. She ran onto the bridge, peering into the lake’s murky waters for any hint or sign of her daughter. Nothing.

Akane couldn’t have this. With what little energy she had, she jumped into the lake, and searched for her, a desperate look in her eyes, her mouth uttering the same word, over and over again.

“No”

Nothing was left of Haruka, except for the telltale bubbles of air that escaped to the surface.

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Hihi- this was my first original work- i don't know if i'll make a series on the akuma no kenshin. Maybe? idk. Also- i hope you liked it! I'll start making more soon! :3

[robyn-weightman]

Will I be re-reading this book again this year?

Probably 😍

[paperbaacks]

review:

trigger warnings: fatphobia, murder, sexual assault (off page, in the past) this was good, idk why the ratings are so bad for this book. i liked the character study angle it took instead of a run of the mill, regular crime thriller. sure, it could have been a 100 pages shorter because the second half did drag a little bit. that one random chapter from reiko's pov also felt out of place. where i think the book is really strong, is creating a complex portrait of kajii as well as rika. they are really well done 3D characters. at times, this book really gave me some villanelle and eve vibes. it delves well into discussions of misogyny and fatphobia disguised as concern. i really fucking love rika's observations of her body, and the fact that she's never shown to hate her body at any point in time even thought people around her tell her she should diet, "out of concern". and, fuck, did it make me crave food CONSTANTLY. butter and soy sauce and rice i'm coming for you, just you wait.

[bookshelvesandtealeaves]

✨ BOOK REVIEW ✨

The Goodbye Cat by

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[instagram]

This was so good. Exactly the kind of comforting, emotive writing I expected from this author. There was one story in here I didn’t really love (and one I forgot about until writing the review 😂) but the rest were fantastic.

The Goodbye Cat made me so emotional. I was not prepared to actually say goodbye to that cat. Kota was just so sweet.

Bringing Up Baby leaned into the kind of gender roles that usually make me roll my eyes but the utterly adorable story of this man trying to feel ready to be a dad by adopting and caring for a kitten won me over entirely. His bond with Spin was just so cute.

Good Father - Bad Father was the one I didn’t really connect with. I think if it had actually included the cat more or been told from the cat’s POV, I would have enjoyed it more.

Cat Island was incredibly sweet. The cat the main character’s parents had rescued being a pivotal character in a surprising role just added to the charm.

The Night Visitor wasn’t really long enough to form much of an opinion of but I enjoyed the little we got.

Finding Hachi was definitely my favourite. Everything about this story tugged at my heart and I definitely teared up multiple times during this one. Hachi was such a beautiful cat POV to read from.

Life is Not Always Kind being an extension of The Travelling Cat Chronicles just made my heart feel full. I loved being back with Nana and Satoru again so much.

I definitely recommend this one!

[ijustkindalikebooks]

Next pick for the book club I am a member of!

(Also shout out to my friend for getting these booksleeves made for us!)

[t0rschlusspan1k]

Craving specific Japanese novels, condemned to read whatever random thing from random Western authors I have in my library. I'd give anything to read "The Memory Police" right now, just to mention one. I'm so sad.

[theaskew]

The Box Man, a novel by Kobo Abe, translated by E. Dale Saunders. (First Vintage International Edition, 2001. Originally published in Japanese in 1973.)

[pawswithprose]

For international cat day yesterday

[your-neighbours-cat]

I was overly self-conscious, I had too many ideals and ambitions for one person, and because of that, I ended up without a single one I could hold on to

Days at Morisaki Bookshop , Satoshi Yagisawa

[studyingisfunmedh]

Day 06/50

It was raining today. I read a lot of chapters of Ring by Koji Suzuki. It felt amazing giving time for your hobby!

Watched Rockstar with @penthusiastic my roomie that i had always wanted to. ❤️

[jorjorbonks]

Book Review | The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle by Haruki Murakami

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Spoiler Free Review:

It took me over a month to read this book. Not because of its length, 600 pages the longest book this year thus far, but because it infuriated. It was boring and it felt like it was never going to end. You read 300 pages and it should be over, but we’ve barely nibbled into the meat of the book. It takes a very long time for the book to get any real traction. We get a couple scraps at first with some weird things, but nothing super interesting. I did find many parts of it interesting however. I find the mystery of the book interesting, the characters, and whatever crazy things happen are interesting. I also found the main character to be incredibly dull. Although Toru Okada is supposed to be an “Everyman” sorr of character, it does not mean he has to be the most boring man alive. He does get less boring as the story goes on, but he also just really weird and a little creepy. Overall an ok read. I don’t think I’s read it again.

Spoilers!!!:

I do not like Toru Okada. He hangs out with random 16 year old girls, waits for them to come out to seem him by waiting outside their house. One of the last things he says about said 16 year old girl is that she looks good in a bikini when he is possibly dying in a well. But the scene he sees her in a bikini he comments about her still being underdeveloped. Like huh?? He also goes to visit her at the end of the book in this village work place thing. And they hold hands and she makes a comment about people thinking they’re lovers and he says you’re right. Huh???? Toru please leave her alone. The plot also takes a long time to start and it’s just incredibly mundane at first with a few notes of weird going on. I suppose that is the best way to introduce the craziness that ensues. It still does not make the beginning any less boring. Of course the spoiler part isn’t just for me to talk negatively about the book, but it’s also for me to give insights. The themes also remind me of The Stranger by Albert Camus with the go with the flow thing in a sense. The world is ultimately random and trying to fight it will just lead you to self destruction. Mr. Honda, a psychic Toru and Kumiko, his wife, that they used to visit tells him to be careful of water. Not just that but to not fight the water. To keep still at times and other times to move with it. And going against that can cause major issues. This happens to many characters such as Lieutenant Mamiya who tries to fight against the water, the world, and suffers greatly. Besides the conflict of challenging the universe, the antagonist Noboru Wataya is also a rather menacing one. Having such a powerful role in society as well as having so much money he already is very scary. Going against him can be deadly. But also, his power of being able to manipulate others is even more terrifying. My remaining questions and possible answers to them are:

Q: What is the Wind-Up Bird? A: It is probably a sort of sign for change? It shows up to Toru granted for a long time, but the moment a major change happens, his wife leaving, the bird stops. A soldier hears the bird, and the next thing we hear about is the fate of the soldier and his company.

Q: What exactly can Noboru do? A: I think he can manipulate people, or at least bring out their true selves sooner than they should be.