A Japanese woman, Etsuko, whose oldest daughter Keiko has
just committed suicide, narrates this novel.
Etsuko now lives in London, and her second daughter has come to visit
after the funeral. However, most of the
novel takes place in flashback to Nagasaki, just after WWII. Etsuko remembers a time when she was pregnant
with Keiko and became friends with another woman, Sachiko, and her daughter
Mariko. Mariko is a troubled child, for
several reasons, and Sachiko doesn’t seem interested in setting boundaries for
Mariko’s behavior. Etsuko is a bit
stunned by Sachiko’s nonchalance, but Sachiko claims that she has her
daughter’s best interests at heart always and suggests that Etsuko will
understand when she has a child of her own.
Etsuko is skeptical of Sachiko’s parenting style, but we get only a very
brief glimpse of her interaction with Keiko near the end of the novel, and the
author describes that incident in an unexpected manner. In fact, if you’re like me, you’ll reread
those couple of pages several times to make sense of them and question exactly
what it is that you’ve just read. This
section is one of my two favorites in the book.
The other is also late in the novel, when Etsuko’s father-in-law argues
with a younger scholar about Japan’s role in the war. I don’t know if their opposing views are
typical, but in this case and on this topic there seems to be a wide generation
gap. The tone of the novel is somber,
and it feels like a translation but isn’t.
The dialog is odd, particularly when Etsuko berates her father-in-law
and when characters repeat sentences, perhaps for emphasis. Savor this tender debut novel by a Nobel
prize-winner.
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