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Death by Water (2009), by Kenzaburo Oe, translated by Deborah Boliver Boehm


Death by Water - perhaps the last novel by Nobel Laureate Kenzabure Oe - is a fascinating book.  A book to provoke both conversation and consternation, offering insights from the personal to the political.

The narrator Kogito Choko is an ageing author, reflecting on his life as a writer, and facing not only his own mortality but also the slow death of his books in the modern age.  As the parent of Akari, a disabled child, he must ensure this son's care into the future as well.  While the women of this novel are demanding change in gender relations, it remains his responsibility to manage transition for the most vulnerable one in his family.

Kogito is surrounded by people who have overcome the stereotypical Japanese reserve in order to tell him bluntly what his failings are.  This character shares with the author the distinction of winning that big international prize i.e. the Nobel Prize for Literature, but his unabashed critics include his wife Chikashi, his younger sister Asa who invokes his dead mother's criticisms as well, and an entire chorus of young people who want to use his books for their own purposes - but haven't necessarily read them.  His family is empowered to say what they think because, to their dismay and embarrassment, he has mined their lives and their history for his books; and the young actors are empowered to transgress because they don't share the psychological and behavioural boundaries of the past.  As Asa says, with envy for their outspokenness:

I've noticed young women nowadays don't appear to have any regrets about anything, or any awareness of the possibility that their present actions might be sowing the seeds for future regrets.  That's perfectly natural, of course, since they probably haven't had time to do anything they regret.  They seem to feel  completely fine about everything: clean and true and pure of heart. (p.83)

There is a universality about these indignities of old age which even a Nobel Laureate cannot evade...

Mindful of his legacy and wary of writing a work not up to his previous standards, Kogito intends to write just one last book.  He feels that he is ready now to fulfil his long-held ambition of writing a book about his father, who drowned in a river in mysterious circumstances when Kogito was a boy of ten.  His sister Asa is ready now too, to provide him with long withheld materials that he needs: the contents of a red leather trunk that was retrieved from the river after his father's body was found.  Asa takes ill-concealed pleasure in revealing a painful and humiliating history that accompanies this red leather trunk: there is no doubt that she is asserting control over his life in more ways than one, and is aided and abetted in this by his wife and daughter.  One incident after another demotes Kogito in importance.  There's no veneration of the elderly for him!

Events conspire to alienate him from his family, physically and emotionally.  Since the novel is narrated from Kogito's point-of-view, supplemented by epistolary sections and long declamatory speeches from the other characters, the reader must weigh the evidence: is Kogito a passive-aggressive egoist suppressing the arrogance he's accused of? Is he an old chauvinist having trouble adjusting to the loss of privilege when more assertive women challenge the mores of a traditionally gendered society?   Or is he what he purports to be, a humbled recipient of all this unwelcome advice, an acquiescent man who just wants to drift into a quiet life in his old age?  What does it mean when - as token adviser to the creatives who develop a play based on his autobiographical books - he is relegated to the back seats, well away from the VIPS who attend the dress rehearsal?

For those of us with scanty knowledge of Japanese history and culture, the political issues that unravel in the course of the story are intriguing.   Most of us know that the Japanese conquest of southeast Asia was the product of an authoritarian militaristic government with a god-emperor on the throne.  Most of us know that during the post-war Occupation, the American victors of that war systematically demolished that culture and instilled democratic institutions and values in its place.  Some of us also know that Japanese 'reticence' about aspects of its wartime history and its role as a buffer between communist states and the west has led not only to suppression of embarrassing discussion about war crimes, but also to denial of compensation, for example, for the sexual enslavement of the 'comfort women'.  Oe, through his alter-ego Kogito, explores the duality that apparently persists in the Japanese soul.

So when Unaiko wants to stage a dramatic episode from Japan's past that involves rape, there is opposition from right-wing elements in the community.  Unaiko is a forthright young actor with a painful past of her own, and she believes that telling this story to a school audience is an important statement about the treatment of women and her country's attitude to it:

The dramatic axis of my play will be the ordeals of Meisuke's mother, the woman warrior, but I'm envisioning a larger story as well: a narrative that would illuminate Japan's historical conduct with regard to rape and abortion through this new performance piece. (p.373).

The older nationalistic generation in her community is equally determined that she will not raise these awkward issues for the next generation - and they take quite remarkable steps to prevent it...

Oe also presents the way the personal is entwined with the political in Kogito's quest to learn the truth about his father.  He was ten when his father drowned, and the boy was present at the scene.  He needs to believe that his father was a hero.  But in a country determined to absolve its past by adhering to new democratic and anti-militaristic values, is there a place for heroes who fought a losing war of brutal conquest?  In the West there is some ambivalence about the role of WW2 bomb squadrons and the ethics of the scientists who developed the bomb that destroyed Hiroshima and Nagasaki, but there is general agreement about the morality of fighting a war against aggressors, especially those who do not abide by the conventions of war (whatever that may mean).  But in Japan as in Germany, even a visit to a war graves cemetery is fraught with diplomatic complexities and Unaiko's visit to the controversial Yasukuni Shrine is emblematic of the fraught response to right-wing nationalistic political views held by people like Unaiko's aunt.  Kogito's father might, or might not have been involved in an insurrection against the war-mongering god-emperor.  If this god-emperor loses his moral authority by leading his country to an immoral war, could such an insurrection perhaps be heroic? What about preventing such an insurrection?  Could that be heroic?  In our culture, military heroism has gone into overdrive in recent years, but although the story of Kogito's father is resolved in bathos, Death by Water still asks the question: what kind of war heroes can or should be venerated in modern Japan?

In a previous post I noticed the parallels between Kogito's authorial dilemmas and the methods by which Oe himself has resolved them:

... I needed to find a way to incorporate bits of history and folklore into the narrative, one by one, without fretting about realism or verisimilitude.  At the same time I was trying to layer brief vignettes throughout the story. (p. 114)

Somewhat to my dismay, I found myself confronted by a lack of familiarity with Japanese culture and history.  However what I found as I read on was that - perhaps with an eye on Western readers? - Oe explains much of what I needed to know anyway.  He manages this by having the creatives explain at length the reasoning and the context of various dramatic choices, and their sources.   Which worked fine for me, though I wondered if the length some of these explanations  might be tedious for those already 'in the know'.

Occasionally the translation is clunky, and some of the Americanisms seem inept:

  • I ended up playing a small role in implementing the plan, an assist from fate or happenstance. (p. 386)
  • Unaiko, especially, looked completely shell-shocked and tuckered out. (p.249)

But generally the formality and wordiness of the dialogue seems to be part of the author's expressed intention not to worry about realism or verisimilitude. Some readers may not like that much, but I thought it was consistent with the way the character of Kogito was portrayed, and it kept the focus firmly on the issues.

Visit Tony's Reading List for another review (but beware, there are a couple of spoilers, though this is not a book to read for its plot), and Stu's at Winston's Dad where he discusses writer's block after winning a major award, something I had overlooked entirely in my review.

See also a bunch of other reviews at The Complete Review.

Author: Kenzaburo Oe
Title: Death by Water
Translated from the Japanese by Deborah Boliver Boehm
Publisher: Atlantic Books, 2015, first published 2009
ISBN:9780857895455 (hbk, RRP $39.99)
Review copy courtesy of Allen and Unwin Australia

© Lisa Hill

Crossposted at ANZ LitLovers

The Changeling by Ōe Kenzaburō


Reviewed by Edith LaGraziana
 
The unexpected and sudden loss of a person close to us usually leaves us in a state of shock and disbelief, even more so when the cause of death happens to be suicide. In some cases friends and family might (just might) have had a chance to see it coming if they had paid more attention, while in other cases the reasons remain unexplained and mysterious, sometimes forever. In their grief many bereaved will start to ponder about what went wrong and what they could have done to prevent the fatal step. To come to terms with the void after his close friend and brother-in-law jumped off the roof of his office building in Tōkyō without a warning, the protagonist of The Changeling by Ōe Kenzaburō takes to conversing with him on the Other Side with the help of a stack of old-fashioned cassette tapes that the deceased recorded for him until shortly before his suicide. 

Ōe Kenzaburō (大江 健三郎) was born in Uchiko, Ehime, Japan, in January 1935. Starting in 1957 he produced an enormous body of fiction as well as non-fiction up to this date, but only some of it has been translated into English. The author’s international fame is largely based on early novels like Seventeen (セヴンティーン: 1961), A Personal Matter (個人的な体験: 1964), The Silent Cry (万延元年のフットボール: 1967), and The Pinch Runner Memorandum (ピンチランナー調書: 1976). 同時代ゲーム (1979; The Contemporary Game) marked a turning point in his style which made his work less accessible and inevitably less popular with readers. Nonetheless, the novels Rouse Up O Young Men of the New Age! (新しい人よ眼ざめよ: 1983), An Echo of Heaven (人生の親戚: 1989) and A Quiet Life (静かな生活: 1990) still received some acclaim, while 燃えあがる緑の木 第一部 (1993-95; The Flaming Green Tree Trilogy) is quite overlooked. In 1994 the Swedish Academy awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature to Ōe Kenzaburō, but it didn’t result in his work being more widely translated. Among the author’s later novels only Somersault (宙返り: 1999) and The Changeling (取り替え子 [チェンジリング]: 2000; part 1 of the Pseudo-Couple Trilogy) seem to be available in English. Ōe Kenzaburō lives in Japan with his wife and their son, the musician Ōe Hikari.

At the beginning of The Changeling stands a small duralumin trunk filled with old-fashioned cassette tapes that film director Goro Hanawa recorded for his old high school friend and brother-in-law, the renowned writer Kogito Choko. On the tapes there are conversation-style monologues, but listening to them Kogito has taken to pressing the PAUSE button every so often to answer his absent friend as if they were speaking on the phone. One night after such a talk Kogito’s wife Chikashi tells him that her brother Goro killed himself jumping off his office building. After this inexplicable suicide Kogito’s conversations with Goro become an obsession in which he indulges daily well into the wee hours. Only several months later Chikashi finally takes the heart to ask him to stop because his nightly séances are increasingly worrying her and their son Akari. Kogito is reluctant to give up his habit, but it’s Goro himself who gives him the decisive advice from the Other Side:
“Anyway, I’ve been thinking about your situation, and I was wondering – how would it be if you took a little breather and left town for a while? You’ve been toiling away at the novelist’s life for all these years, and I really think you could use some quarantine time right about now. ...” 
Thus on a day in November Kogito heads for Germany to begin a lectureship at the Berlin Free University. He travels with light luggage leaving behind Goro’s tapes, but despite all Goro is often on his mind during the one hundred days of self-imposed quarantine. In Berlin Kogito has much time to think about their relationship and their lives, especially a horrible event in their youth that both only refer to as THAT and that changed Goro so drastically that Chikashi felt as if he had been exchanged with another.

 Like in many of Ōe Kenzaburō’s works the main characters of The Changeling bear a striking resemblance to the people surrounding him in true life. Here they are clearly based on himself and on his brother-in-law Itami Jūzō, but also his wife Yukari and his son Hikari are recognisable without difficulty. Kogito can be called with due right the author’s literary alter ego and the rather eventless plot shows many parallels to the biography of the Nobel laureate, and yet, I’m uncertain whether it is justified to call it a semi-autobiographical novel. Without doubt it is at least an unusual homage or memorial to his brother-in-law Itami Jūzō who in fact was an important Japanese film director and committed suicide jumping off his office building in 1997. The circumstances of his death were widely covered by the media at the time and Japanese – unlike foreign – readers probably still remembered most of it very well, when Ōe Kenzaburō released his novel. Reminiscences and reflections of the past along with other contemplations take up the greatest part of the book leaving little room for action and giving the author ample opportunity to indulge in more or less complex references to works of (usually western) literature, philosophy and the visual arts. Constant changes between the novel’s present and flashbacks sometimes make it difficult to keep track of the story although the language is simple and clear.

This was my first experience with a work of this Nobel laureate and I can say that I enjoyed The Changeling by Ōe Kenzaburō quite a lot. Admittedly, certain parts of the novel felt a bit bizarre and the author’s obvious obsession with violence and cruelty definitely isn’t my cup of tea, but the respective scenes weren’t enough to spoil my pleasure. Moreover, I was prepared for some of it because I read a critical study of his work – The Novels of Ōe Kenzaburō by the Australian scholar Yasuko Claremont – along with the book. It was helpful to better understand the workings of his mind. In any case, it is a good book and was worth the time. It’s not an easy read, but certainly one that I can recommend.

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