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355 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1965
I washed my hands at the ornamental spring, but even rubbing at the marks with soap couldn't get them off. They were stuck fast on the skin. It was most odd. I showed them to Uncle Shigematsu, who said, " It could be the oil from an oil bomb, after all. I wonder if it wasn't an oil bomb they dropped, then?"
...the correct name for the thing that had caused the monstrous flash-and-bang over the city.. An 'atomic bomb'... It gives off a terrific radiation...They say nothing'll grow in Hiroshima or Nagasaki for another seventy-five years.
Wouldn't it have been possible to surrender before the bomb had been dropped?
I hated war. Who cared , after all, which side won? The only important thing was to end it all soon as possible: rather an unjust peace, than a 'just' war.
The symptoms of radiation sickness usually began with an unexplained lethargy and heaviness of the limbs. After a few days the hair would come out without any pain, and the teeth would come loose and eventually fall out. Finally, collapse set in and the patient died. The essential thing if one felt lethargy in the early stages of the sickness was to rest and eat well. Those who forced themselves to work gradually wilted, like a pine tree transplanted by a bungling gardener, until finally they expired. In the village next to Kobatake, and in the village beyond that, there had been people who had come home from Hiroshima in the best of health, congratulating themselves on their escape, and had worked their hardest for a month or two, only to take to their beds, and die within a week or ten days. The sickness would set in in one particular part of the body, producing the excruciating pain so characteristic of it. The pain in the shoulders and back, too, was comparably worse than with any other disease.God forbid you be exposed to radiation, now you know the symptoms. Oh, and you'll be screwed.
(p14-15)
We had often been taught during air raid drill that one must always breathe out steadily while a bomb was falling. Perhaps the sentry and the delivery boy had been breathing in at the moment the bomb burst? I did not understand the physiology of it, but it occurred to me that a blast just as one had filled one's lungs to capacity might well press on them and cause instant death.Isn't that a terrifying thought? Or is it just because I have feelings of claustrophobia at random times and that paragraph basically triggers the hell out of that feeling. I couldn't breath for a moment after I initially read that passage.
(p105)
It seemed to me that the familiar world had fallen on Hiroshima. In olden times, people used to say that in an area badly ravaged by war it took a century to repair the moral damage done to the inhabitants; and it began to seem as though they might have been right.I wonder if anything has been learned from Hiroshima. We still have money-hungry and war-hungry men twiddling their thumbs and waiting for the "right moment" to release the kraken (in this case: really, really, really big bombs). It's terrifying - history means nothing, it seems, and books like this, which tells the ugly history in a beautiful package, seems to go unread.
(p149)
In the playground of the First Prefectural Middle School in the city - one of them said - there was a reservoir of water for fire-fighting purposes. Around it, hundreds of middle school students and voluntary war workers lay dead. They were piled up at the edge of the reservoir, half-naked since their shirts had been burned away. Seen from a distance, they looked like beds of tulips planted round the water. Seen closer, they were more like the layers of petals on a chrysanthemum.The cover of my edition has a blurb by : "Here is a novel...which turns Hiroshima into a major work of art." I thought that was a load of crap when I first picked up the book. How can such a horrific event be written as a work of art? How dare he make such a callous observation? But then I read those words, "Seen closer, they were more like the layers of petals on a chrysanthemum," and it made complete sense to me. An image was painted. And through the painting I continued to learn so much about what happened, and not from an American history textbook that glosses over everything:
(p154)
It probably meant that the powers-that-be had already come to some kind of terms with the enemy, and were going to make them public at noon tomorrow. Even so, neither a peace conference nor an armistice seemed very probable, considering the way enemy planes were flying about as though they owned the place. The only possibility, therefore, was surrender, which would probably mean that the enemy - just as the Japanese Army had done in places it occupied overseas - would land in Japan, occupy the harbors, and disarm all Japan's armed forces...Or could it be that the important broadcast was going to be a declaration of war on the Soviet Union? If so, it was tantamount to Japan's taking on most of the world singlehanded. What was going to happen to Japanese forces serving overseas? To civilians at home? So far, it had seemed that no life could be worse than that of the moment, but if it was a question of the whole nation being wiped out, a man was ready to do his bit. (Just what that bit was, though, no one was quite sure.) The enemy had military might on his side. In all likelihood, every single Japanese male would be castrated...Wouldn't it have been possible to surrender before the bomb had been dropped? No - it was because the bomb was dropped that Japan was surrendering. Even so, the enemy must have known that Japan was beaten already; it was hardly necessary to drop the bomb.That entire passage shows just the number of questions civilians would have had following the bombing of Hiroshima in 1945. Ibuse himself was not actually there, but, as previously mentioned, used real diary entries and interviews to tell his story. He captured the confusion, the complexity, the terror so well that a 40-year-old white woman in 2019 was so impressed that she is even more concerned about little boy-men wielding big-ass weapons of mass destruction.
(p291-2)