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Kazuo Ishiguro
82?books39k?followersSir Kazuo Ishiguro (¥«¥º¥ª?¥¤¥·¥°¥í or ʯü\ Ò»ÐÛ), OBE, FRSA, FRSL is a British novelist of Japanese origin and Nobel Laureate in Literature (2017). His family moved to England in 1960. Ishiguro obtained his Bachelor's degree from the University of Kent in 1978 and his Master's from the University of East Anglia's creative writing course in 1980. He became a British citizen in 1982. He now lives in London.
His first novel, A Pale View of Hills, won the 1982 Winifred Holtby Memorial Prize. His second novel, An Artist of the Floating World, won the 1986 Whitbread Prize. Ishiguro received the 1989 Man Booker prize for his third novel The Remains of the Day. His fourth novel, The Unconsoled, won the 1995 Cheltenham Prize. His latest novel is The Buried Giant, a New York Times bestseller. He was awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature 2017.
His novels An Artist of the Floating World (1986), When We Were Orphans (2000), and Never Let Me Go (2005) were all shortlisted for the Man Booker Prize.
In 2008, The Times ranked Ishiguro 32nd on their list of "The 50 Greatest British Writers Since 1945". In 2017, the Swedish Academy awarded him the Nobel Prize in Literature, describing him in its citation as a writer "who, in novels of great emotional force, has uncovered the abyss beneath our illusory sense of connection with the world".
His first novel, A Pale View of Hills, won the 1982 Winifred Holtby Memorial Prize. His second novel, An Artist of the Floating World, won the 1986 Whitbread Prize. Ishiguro received the 1989 Man Booker prize for his third novel The Remains of the Day. His fourth novel, The Unconsoled, won the 1995 Cheltenham Prize. His latest novel is The Buried Giant, a New York Times bestseller. He was awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature 2017.
His novels An Artist of the Floating World (1986), When We Were Orphans (2000), and Never Let Me Go (2005) were all shortlisted for the Man Booker Prize.
In 2008, The Times ranked Ishiguro 32nd on their list of "The 50 Greatest British Writers Since 1945". In 2017, the Swedish Academy awarded him the Nobel Prize in Literature, describing him in its citation as a writer "who, in novels of great emotional force, has uncovered the abyss beneath our illusory sense of connection with the world".
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June 3, 2017
Did you ever wonder what it was like in Japan after its defeat in WW II? So here we are in Japan in 1947. Our main character, an older man and an artist, lost his wife in a stray bomb that also destroyed much of his home, and he also lost his only son in the war. But he still has two daughters; one married with a son, and one trying to get married, but she¡¯²õ getting a bit old for that time and culture; she¡¯²õ past her mid-20¡¯²õ.
Japan was occupied by the United States, of course, and we imposed our systems on them; everything from our politics to baseball. Some Japanese adopted the American values wholeheartedly. His grandson, fascinated by the Lone Ranger and Popeye, exemplifies this, as well as (eventually) his two sons-in-law, both 80-hour-work-week type corporate guys. Others see the country run by greedy businessmen and their political lackeys, and conspire to bring back the old ways and even the Emperor.
There is growing urban poverty in Japan not just from the devastation but from the wave or migrants from rural areas flooding the cities. The clash of cultures is shown by this passage: ¡°[The hotel] had been amongst the most pleasant of the Western-style hotel in the city; these days, though, the management had taken to decorating the rooms in a somewhat vulgar manner ¨C intended, no doubt, to strike the American clientele with whom the place is popular as being charmingly ¡®Japanese.¡¯¡±
The main character was a teacher and an artist commissioned to draw pro-war posters ¨C are people turning against him? When he hears of the ritual suicide of a musician who composed pro-war marches he really starts to re-think his life. Were their military and political leaders brave or stupid? Did their leaders mislead the people or did they fight for their glory? He is forced to confront his role in the war.
In Japanese culture at the time, the families of potential marriage partners ¡°investigate¡± each other families. Last year the younger daughter¡¯²õ engagement was broken off. No one knows why but the elderly man becomes concerned and starts going around to old friends whom he knows will be contacted in future investigations. We begin to see what his old life was like; his past artistic rivalries, triumphs and failures. A theme is the teacher-mentor (sensei) with his disciples and the inevitable breaking away, which may or may not be amicable. A lot of it is an old man¡¯²õ talk over sake of bygone places and people.
The retired artist has it both ways --- he talks humbly but secretly thinks a lot of himself and has a knack for getting others to sing his praises for him. But, he also apparently has a lot of hazy memories where his recounting of events differs from that of his daughters. Is he getting alzheimer¡¯²õ? Of course they don¡¯t dare disagree directly with him, but it goes like this: ¡°Honorable Father, with all due respect, in many of these things you say we think you are full of crap.¡±
(This occurs to me: Many Japanese have an obsessive attraction to Anne of Green Gables; many even come each year to the tourist venue at Canada¡¯²õ Prince Edward Island to get married. Is a part of this due to the audacious mouthiness of Anne in such a culture of constraint? )
The floating world of the title is the ¡°pleasure districts;¡± a main one downtown and several smaller neighborhood ones scattered through the city. ¡°¡one could get drunk there with pride and dignity.¡± Pleasure, geishas, gambling, drink, theater; all for men only, of course. ¡°The best things are put together of a night and vanish in the morning.¡± His artistic training was in a school that painted that world ¨C reminiscent of Toulouse-Lautrec. We also learn odds and ends about Japanese art; for example, the traditional device of expressing emotion through the textiles a woman is wearing rather than through the look on her face.
Kazuo Ishiguro, the author, was born in Nagasaki in 1954, but when he was five his parents moved to England, where he was educated, so he is considered a British author. Floating World was his second novel, but Ishiguro is perhaps best known for The Remains of the Day, which won the 1989 Booker Prize. I highly recommend this book.
Photo of Japanese soldiers viewing destruction two months after the bomb was dropped on Nagasaki. (from history.com)
Japan was occupied by the United States, of course, and we imposed our systems on them; everything from our politics to baseball. Some Japanese adopted the American values wholeheartedly. His grandson, fascinated by the Lone Ranger and Popeye, exemplifies this, as well as (eventually) his two sons-in-law, both 80-hour-work-week type corporate guys. Others see the country run by greedy businessmen and their political lackeys, and conspire to bring back the old ways and even the Emperor.
There is growing urban poverty in Japan not just from the devastation but from the wave or migrants from rural areas flooding the cities. The clash of cultures is shown by this passage: ¡°[The hotel] had been amongst the most pleasant of the Western-style hotel in the city; these days, though, the management had taken to decorating the rooms in a somewhat vulgar manner ¨C intended, no doubt, to strike the American clientele with whom the place is popular as being charmingly ¡®Japanese.¡¯¡±
The main character was a teacher and an artist commissioned to draw pro-war posters ¨C are people turning against him? When he hears of the ritual suicide of a musician who composed pro-war marches he really starts to re-think his life. Were their military and political leaders brave or stupid? Did their leaders mislead the people or did they fight for their glory? He is forced to confront his role in the war.
In Japanese culture at the time, the families of potential marriage partners ¡°investigate¡± each other families. Last year the younger daughter¡¯²õ engagement was broken off. No one knows why but the elderly man becomes concerned and starts going around to old friends whom he knows will be contacted in future investigations. We begin to see what his old life was like; his past artistic rivalries, triumphs and failures. A theme is the teacher-mentor (sensei) with his disciples and the inevitable breaking away, which may or may not be amicable. A lot of it is an old man¡¯²õ talk over sake of bygone places and people.
The retired artist has it both ways --- he talks humbly but secretly thinks a lot of himself and has a knack for getting others to sing his praises for him. But, he also apparently has a lot of hazy memories where his recounting of events differs from that of his daughters. Is he getting alzheimer¡¯²õ? Of course they don¡¯t dare disagree directly with him, but it goes like this: ¡°Honorable Father, with all due respect, in many of these things you say we think you are full of crap.¡±
(This occurs to me: Many Japanese have an obsessive attraction to Anne of Green Gables; many even come each year to the tourist venue at Canada¡¯²õ Prince Edward Island to get married. Is a part of this due to the audacious mouthiness of Anne in such a culture of constraint? )
The floating world of the title is the ¡°pleasure districts;¡± a main one downtown and several smaller neighborhood ones scattered through the city. ¡°¡one could get drunk there with pride and dignity.¡± Pleasure, geishas, gambling, drink, theater; all for men only, of course. ¡°The best things are put together of a night and vanish in the morning.¡± His artistic training was in a school that painted that world ¨C reminiscent of Toulouse-Lautrec. We also learn odds and ends about Japanese art; for example, the traditional device of expressing emotion through the textiles a woman is wearing rather than through the look on her face.
Kazuo Ishiguro, the author, was born in Nagasaki in 1954, but when he was five his parents moved to England, where he was educated, so he is considered a British author. Floating World was his second novel, but Ishiguro is perhaps best known for The Remains of the Day, which won the 1989 Booker Prize. I highly recommend this book.
Photo of Japanese soldiers viewing destruction two months after the bomb was dropped on Nagasaki. (from history.com)
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August 24, 2020Rereading this novel I felt that the award of the 2017 Nobel prize for Literature to Ishiguro was a very safe choice.
In one way Ishiguro's books are not very interesting, the narrator might be unreliable or limited, there is a concern for memory and the role of a creative intelligence in understanding and reinterpreting the past, there are issues of guilt and responsibility, and love. And one can find these elements in book after book. But he is deft and clever, a safe choice for the nobel prize, his stories might even invite a careful reconsideration of the award decisions and the motivations of Alfred Nobel.
At a certain point reading I was almost hurt to acknowledge that the book was only 206 pages long, how could that be, the sense of the mental space that the book demands of the reader is far greater, not in an obnoxious way, no he is an insidious writer, one doesn't notice the soft mist rising from the pages, one can not discern the moment that one becomes lost on a familiar path.
Putting down the book and letting the mind wander and wonder a bit images seem open to continual reinterpretation, the reader mirrors the narrator trying to find some sense in the situation, but perhaps I must not take my mind's work too seriously the title is An artist of the Floating World, the floating world was the ephemeral existence of bars, of professional entertainers, boozy talk and dim, cosy lighting, certain artists attempted to capture the fleeting emotions and atmosphere perhaps the melancholy of a prostitute and her transitory beauty, as it happens the narrator was not an Artist of the Floating World, but his Master was, the narrator at some point turns his back on that in favour of painting posters promoting nationalism and expansionism, Japan's place as Imperial super power over Asia.
a man who aspires to rise above the mediocre, to be something more than ordinary, surely deserves admiration, even if in the end he fails and loses a fortune on account of his ambitions (p.134)
The novel is divided into four unequal sections, each identified with a little time stamp, from October 1948 to June 1950. So one can see that the bright world of Imperialism, has turned out to be brittle and itself was a kind of floating world, melancholy in retrospect, the war dead haunt the pages, and when not those who died then the guilt and culpability of the survivors. Bright suicides slice into the narrative, of company directors, of a composer of militant songs, might it be the narrator's duty to apologise in such a manner and to so accept his share of responsibility, and if so responsibility for what precisely?
'But these are the men who led the country astray, sir. Surely, it's only right they should acknowledge their responsibility. It's a cowardice that these men refuse to admit to their mistakes. And when those mistakes were made on behalf of the whole country, why then it must be the greatest cowardice of all' (p.56)
The smell of burning wafts in, two, three times, finally the burning after air raids, but and this is the thing with his writing the smell carries us back to earlier instances of burning, of another's artist's anti-war work, of the narrator's own childhood drawings by his father, were might we begin and end the chains of responsibility and causality? Burning suggests not so much the possibility of the roads not taken, but of potential lives that were absolutely and decisively closed off for the narrator, but maybe this too is a way of subtly avoiding responsibility?
In any case, there is surely no great shame in mistakes made in the best of faith. It is surely a thing far more shameful to be unable or unwilling to acknowledge them (p.125)
Can we even be certain about the harm we have caused, and when we have can we expiate that harm, do penance in some meaningful way? Can we talk about it to the next generation? And to the next?
The narrator takes his grandson to the cinema to watch Godzilla, the grandson projects his fears on to his aunt and shows bravado - the boy doth protest too much - by laughing at the cinema poster, but in the darkness he has at age seven, enough self knowledge to sit with his raincoat over his head. Has his grandfather gone through life with his own raincoat over his head, is throwing a raincoat over one's head and ignoring the Godzilla in the room, the best way in fact of dealing with the immediate past when perhaps everybody was guilty and at the end of the day appropriate marriages still have to be arranged between the young people, and the old men have to feed the carp?
It was worth reading twice, and puts in the shade for me.
old review
This impressive novel set in the aftermath of WWII in Japan. Ishiguro creates a sense of stillness and normalcy around his narrator who comes across as an elderly but genial artist. Things happen around the narrator that seem inexplicable - the breakdown of his younger daughter's engagement, the loss of long-standing friendships.
The outside world seems oddly strange. But as the narrator reflects on his life and his current troubles as readers we slowly begin to realise that the narrator's experiences are entirely explicable since slowly the extent of his committed engagement both personally and as an artist in the politics and ideology of pre-1945 Japan becomes clear.
In one way Ishiguro's books are not very interesting, the narrator might be unreliable or limited, there is a concern for memory and the role of a creative intelligence in understanding and reinterpreting the past, there are issues of guilt and responsibility, and love. And one can find these elements in book after book. But he is deft and clever, a safe choice for the nobel prize, his stories might even invite a careful reconsideration of the award decisions and the motivations of Alfred Nobel.
At a certain point reading I was almost hurt to acknowledge that the book was only 206 pages long, how could that be, the sense of the mental space that the book demands of the reader is far greater, not in an obnoxious way, no he is an insidious writer, one doesn't notice the soft mist rising from the pages, one can not discern the moment that one becomes lost on a familiar path.
Putting down the book and letting the mind wander and wonder a bit images seem open to continual reinterpretation, the reader mirrors the narrator trying to find some sense in the situation, but perhaps I must not take my mind's work too seriously the title is An artist of the Floating World, the floating world was the ephemeral existence of bars, of professional entertainers, boozy talk and dim, cosy lighting, certain artists attempted to capture the fleeting emotions and atmosphere perhaps the melancholy of a prostitute and her transitory beauty, as it happens the narrator was not an Artist of the Floating World, but his Master was, the narrator at some point turns his back on that in favour of painting posters promoting nationalism and expansionism, Japan's place as Imperial super power over Asia.
a man who aspires to rise above the mediocre, to be something more than ordinary, surely deserves admiration, even if in the end he fails and loses a fortune on account of his ambitions (p.134)
The novel is divided into four unequal sections, each identified with a little time stamp, from October 1948 to June 1950. So one can see that the bright world of Imperialism, has turned out to be brittle and itself was a kind of floating world, melancholy in retrospect, the war dead haunt the pages, and when not those who died then the guilt and culpability of the survivors. Bright suicides slice into the narrative, of company directors, of a composer of militant songs, might it be the narrator's duty to apologise in such a manner and to so accept his share of responsibility, and if so responsibility for what precisely?
'But these are the men who led the country astray, sir. Surely, it's only right they should acknowledge their responsibility. It's a cowardice that these men refuse to admit to their mistakes. And when those mistakes were made on behalf of the whole country, why then it must be the greatest cowardice of all' (p.56)
The smell of burning wafts in, two, three times, finally the burning after air raids, but and this is the thing with his writing the smell carries us back to earlier instances of burning, of another's artist's anti-war work, of the narrator's own childhood drawings by his father, were might we begin and end the chains of responsibility and causality? Burning suggests not so much the possibility of the roads not taken, but of potential lives that were absolutely and decisively closed off for the narrator, but maybe this too is a way of subtly avoiding responsibility?
In any case, there is surely no great shame in mistakes made in the best of faith. It is surely a thing far more shameful to be unable or unwilling to acknowledge them (p.125)
Can we even be certain about the harm we have caused, and when we have can we expiate that harm, do penance in some meaningful way? Can we talk about it to the next generation? And to the next?
The narrator takes his grandson to the cinema to watch Godzilla, the grandson projects his fears on to his aunt and shows bravado - the boy doth protest too much - by laughing at the cinema poster, but in the darkness he has at age seven, enough self knowledge to sit with his raincoat over his head. Has his grandfather gone through life with his own raincoat over his head, is throwing a raincoat over one's head and ignoring the Godzilla in the room, the best way in fact of dealing with the immediate past when perhaps everybody was guilty and at the end of the day appropriate marriages still have to be arranged between the young people, and the old men have to feed the carp?
It was worth reading twice, and puts in the shade for me.
old review
This impressive novel set in the aftermath of WWII in Japan. Ishiguro creates a sense of stillness and normalcy around his narrator who comes across as an elderly but genial artist. Things happen around the narrator that seem inexplicable - the breakdown of his younger daughter's engagement, the loss of long-standing friendships.
The outside world seems oddly strange. But as the narrator reflects on his life and his current troubles as readers we slowly begin to realise that the narrator's experiences are entirely explicable since slowly the extent of his committed engagement both personally and as an artist in the politics and ideology of pre-1945 Japan becomes clear.
April 26, 2019
Second reading. The gist of this novel is the narrator's culpability for his patriotic actions during the war with the U.S. Set in a suburb of Tokyo during the American occupation, the narrator, Masuji Ono, is now surrounded by those who blame him for Japan's disastrous gamble on war and those like himself. Ono's generation was that of the old men cheerleading for war. And there can be no question about his complicity. In his youth he trained as an artist of the demimonde or "floating world," but turned to graphic propaganda during the war. His work was responsible for motivating untold thousands of young Japanese men to throw their lives away. Here's the rub though: Ono in the end was nothing more than a patriot. I agree that nationalism is abhorrent and that he was on the wrong side of history. But really it was Ono's misfortune, as it was Japan's, to be so catastrophically led. It strikes me as absurd that those around him berate and belittle him. There is even the suggestion by his eldest daughter that he do the honorable thing and commit seppuku, (literally, "stomach cutting"), as a means of cleansing the family name and clearing the way for the younger daughter's marriage negotiations. Reading the book I was reminded of how U.S. soldiers were treated when they returned from Vietnam. Ono was a combatant, no question. But it's really those around him him who've changed since the defeat, not Ono himself.
Also read Ishiguro's , and .
I believe Ishiguru's model here may have been Yasunari Kawabata, the Japanese Nobelist. An Artist of the Floating World reminds me in some ways of Kawabata's . I wish I had more time to compare and contrast.
Also read Ishiguro's , and .
I believe Ishiguru's model here may have been Yasunari Kawabata, the Japanese Nobelist. An Artist of the Floating World reminds me in some ways of Kawabata's . I wish I had more time to compare and contrast.
September 24, 2019
An Auction of Prestige
Harold Bloom in his 1975 book A Map of Misreading recast literary history as a record of the struggle between the ¡°son¡± and his literary ¡°father¡± (it has frequently been pointed out that Bloom is more than a bit sexist in his expression). Through a Kabbalah-like misinterpretation of one¡¯²õ literary forebears, Bloom believed, a writer both builds on and destroys the work he admires most. This provokes a sort of anxiety in the writer, a struggle of wit and language with one¡¯²õ mentors which results in both creative new work, and a re-creation of the old.
Ishiguro¡¯²õ book is an example of the process, extended to fine art and from the perspective of the mentor being misinterpreted. The fact that the book is set in the very restricted cultural location and time of Japan in the immediate post-war years seems, paradoxically, to generalise Bloom¡¯²õ idea - not just to painting but also to the broader culture in which artistic effort is embedded.
Masuji Ono is an artist of his time, a man of tradition and set ways, a man of polite formalities, and devoted to the importance of history; but also to hard drinking and male loyalties. He has a patriarchal view of society which, although more liberal than his parents¡¯, nonetheless borders on the misogynistic. Like almost all Japanese of the period, he was a nationalist who responded to the war and its aims enthusiastically.
The physical losses resulting from the war are of course traumatic. Masuji¡¯²õ son and wife have been killed; his house damaged and his neighbourhood destroyed. But the spiritual trauma proves just as distressing. From being a pillar of the artistic community, he is now not simply old but old hat. Western mores are undermining traditions and family relationships as well as artistic fashions. His pre-war loyalties are now suspect.
The central event of the story, as in Masuji Ibuse¡¯²õ Black Rain, is the betrothal of his daughter. Marriage is still a highly formalised and ¡®negotiated¡¯ affair. Yet these negotiations take place in a world that has changed radically and it is unclear if either his parental skills or his art are adequate to their respective tasks. In Black Rain the issue is the physical purity of a woman after exposure to radiation from an atomic blast. In Ishiguro¡¯²õ narrative the issue is also one of purity, but of a much more subtle familial purity involving Masuji¡¯²õ war-time activities. In both cases the opinions of others must be investigated minutely in order to reach a settlement.
According to Bloom, in a very Freudian manner the artistic son, by working through his own anxiety, gives birth to his father, or more accurately a re-birth in a new cultural oeuvre. This involves the son overcoming both the history of respect and the resentment (they go together) for the father. But for Ishiguro this process also demands an awareness by the father of his past dominance and faults inflicted upon the son and a recognition of a need for forgiveness. For Ishiguro, the son and father give birth to one another simultaneously through a sort of inverted auction of prestige - only by subverting one's reputation and personal pride to those of the other is creative reconciliation possible.
This dynamic applies as much to generations as to individuals. As a by-product, it removes art entirely from the domain of economics, that is, of self-interest. Ishiguro suggests that this process of inter-generational reconciliation is what makes true art. It is a process that unites not just artists but an entire culture, creating not just solidarity but also an openness to the new and foreign. This is the way in which art transcends the eponymous floating world of transient appearance, fashion, and reputation.
I have no idea whether Ishiguro is familiar with Bloom¡¯²õ theory of literary development. But, if so, he certainly has re-invented that theory by appropriately misreading it in this captivating book.
Harold Bloom in his 1975 book A Map of Misreading recast literary history as a record of the struggle between the ¡°son¡± and his literary ¡°father¡± (it has frequently been pointed out that Bloom is more than a bit sexist in his expression). Through a Kabbalah-like misinterpretation of one¡¯²õ literary forebears, Bloom believed, a writer both builds on and destroys the work he admires most. This provokes a sort of anxiety in the writer, a struggle of wit and language with one¡¯²õ mentors which results in both creative new work, and a re-creation of the old.
Ishiguro¡¯²õ book is an example of the process, extended to fine art and from the perspective of the mentor being misinterpreted. The fact that the book is set in the very restricted cultural location and time of Japan in the immediate post-war years seems, paradoxically, to generalise Bloom¡¯²õ idea - not just to painting but also to the broader culture in which artistic effort is embedded.
Masuji Ono is an artist of his time, a man of tradition and set ways, a man of polite formalities, and devoted to the importance of history; but also to hard drinking and male loyalties. He has a patriarchal view of society which, although more liberal than his parents¡¯, nonetheless borders on the misogynistic. Like almost all Japanese of the period, he was a nationalist who responded to the war and its aims enthusiastically.
The physical losses resulting from the war are of course traumatic. Masuji¡¯²õ son and wife have been killed; his house damaged and his neighbourhood destroyed. But the spiritual trauma proves just as distressing. From being a pillar of the artistic community, he is now not simply old but old hat. Western mores are undermining traditions and family relationships as well as artistic fashions. His pre-war loyalties are now suspect.
The central event of the story, as in Masuji Ibuse¡¯²õ Black Rain, is the betrothal of his daughter. Marriage is still a highly formalised and ¡®negotiated¡¯ affair. Yet these negotiations take place in a world that has changed radically and it is unclear if either his parental skills or his art are adequate to their respective tasks. In Black Rain the issue is the physical purity of a woman after exposure to radiation from an atomic blast. In Ishiguro¡¯²õ narrative the issue is also one of purity, but of a much more subtle familial purity involving Masuji¡¯²õ war-time activities. In both cases the opinions of others must be investigated minutely in order to reach a settlement.
According to Bloom, in a very Freudian manner the artistic son, by working through his own anxiety, gives birth to his father, or more accurately a re-birth in a new cultural oeuvre. This involves the son overcoming both the history of respect and the resentment (they go together) for the father. But for Ishiguro this process also demands an awareness by the father of his past dominance and faults inflicted upon the son and a recognition of a need for forgiveness. For Ishiguro, the son and father give birth to one another simultaneously through a sort of inverted auction of prestige - only by subverting one's reputation and personal pride to those of the other is creative reconciliation possible.
This dynamic applies as much to generations as to individuals. As a by-product, it removes art entirely from the domain of economics, that is, of self-interest. Ishiguro suggests that this process of inter-generational reconciliation is what makes true art. It is a process that unites not just artists but an entire culture, creating not just solidarity but also an openness to the new and foreign. This is the way in which art transcends the eponymous floating world of transient appearance, fashion, and reputation.
I have no idea whether Ishiguro is familiar with Bloom¡¯²õ theory of literary development. But, if so, he certainly has re-invented that theory by appropriately misreading it in this captivating book.
May 7, 2021
It's hard to be humble when you're so great used to be the words on a spoon rest in my mother's kitchen, but they are oddly appropriate in relation to the narrator as well.
Now the question is, is Stevens from the Ono 2.0 (new and improved), or is it a case of the original always being better, this one having been published first? Both narrators are very prim, and proud, precise with their words--this may just be Ishiguro--and yearning for the past while defending what took place there.
While this book is undoubtedly similar to Remains, I found Japan to be a much more interesting and evocative setting, which is to be expected. I've watched too much Downton Abbey for the English Country House to really present anything new, though the English countryside and village pubs always make me feel a certain kind of way. My exposure to Japan has been more limited, and what an introduction it has been.
Now the question is, is Stevens from the Ono 2.0 (new and improved), or is it a case of the original always being better, this one having been published first? Both narrators are very prim, and proud, precise with their words--this may just be Ishiguro--and yearning for the past while defending what took place there.
While this book is undoubtedly similar to Remains, I found Japan to be a much more interesting and evocative setting, which is to be expected. I've watched too much Downton Abbey for the English Country House to really present anything new, though the English countryside and village pubs always make me feel a certain kind of way. My exposure to Japan has been more limited, and what an introduction it has been.
August 7, 2018
Ishiguro is at his absolute best when he is exploring pain. He takes mundane characters, ordinary people, and demonstrates how the present is perpetually pervaded by the past.
Memories shape us and, in some ways, define who we are. There is no moving away from them, no matter how hard we might try. And that¡¯²õ what makes most of his stories so compelling, the human struggle is something he evokes in all its bitterness; yet, here he failed.
Normally when I pick up one of his novels I am drawn straight into the narrative immediately. I can¡¯t think of a time (other than this book) where I wasn¡¯t immediately invested. I don¡¯t always appreciate the outcome of his stories, Never Let Me Go for example, though I have always been gripped by his words very early on. Here there was just a certain lack of plot or any sense of direction. Had I picked this book up without knowing who had written it, I would never have guessed it was Ishiguro.
A retired painter is looking back at his life. He is moping in his home and doesn¡¯t spend much time trying to shape the present, as such the story suffers. It is slow, monotonous and rather colourless. He has no passion for his life or his family. He is just existing rather than living. He is the family patriarch, though his family, a situation quite unusual by the standards of Japanese culture, treat him like a little child. He has nothing left. No life. No spark. No energy. All of which reflects in the dry narrative. He just seems to get on with life because he has to (though there is nothing in his story to suggest a reason for such a resignation.)
Perhaps I expect too much from Ishiguro. I¡¯ve read his later works and I know how fantastic he is at writing. This is one of his earlier books, and of course it would not display the same sense of skill, but I do expect certain things. A Pale View of Hills was his first book, and although it was far from perfect, it was far more developed than this. The characters were intriguing and the plot was actually going places. This was the exact opposite. It has nothing and I can only rate it very low.
So this is a book by a writer who can do so much better. I would not recommend picking it up and instead go for When We Were Orphans or The Remains of the Day.
Memories shape us and, in some ways, define who we are. There is no moving away from them, no matter how hard we might try. And that¡¯²õ what makes most of his stories so compelling, the human struggle is something he evokes in all its bitterness; yet, here he failed.
Normally when I pick up one of his novels I am drawn straight into the narrative immediately. I can¡¯t think of a time (other than this book) where I wasn¡¯t immediately invested. I don¡¯t always appreciate the outcome of his stories, Never Let Me Go for example, though I have always been gripped by his words very early on. Here there was just a certain lack of plot or any sense of direction. Had I picked this book up without knowing who had written it, I would never have guessed it was Ishiguro.
A retired painter is looking back at his life. He is moping in his home and doesn¡¯t spend much time trying to shape the present, as such the story suffers. It is slow, monotonous and rather colourless. He has no passion for his life or his family. He is just existing rather than living. He is the family patriarch, though his family, a situation quite unusual by the standards of Japanese culture, treat him like a little child. He has nothing left. No life. No spark. No energy. All of which reflects in the dry narrative. He just seems to get on with life because he has to (though there is nothing in his story to suggest a reason for such a resignation.)
Perhaps I expect too much from Ishiguro. I¡¯ve read his later works and I know how fantastic he is at writing. This is one of his earlier books, and of course it would not display the same sense of skill, but I do expect certain things. A Pale View of Hills was his first book, and although it was far from perfect, it was far more developed than this. The characters were intriguing and the plot was actually going places. This was the exact opposite. It has nothing and I can only rate it very low.
So this is a book by a writer who can do so much better. I would not recommend picking it up and instead go for When We Were Orphans or The Remains of the Day.
September 10, 2018
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July 22, 2016
If you've already read , chances are your enjoyment of An Artist of the Floating World will be greatly curtailed. And that is the sheer tragedy of this book.
Replace Stevens with Masuji Ono. Replace a tottering England with a war-ravaged, financially unstable Japan and insert Ishiguro's penchant for allegory. And TADA you have An Artist of the Floating World.
This book had potential to be a very emotionally charged commentary on a nation rebuilding itself from its charred (atomic-bombed) remains and reflecting on the flawed ideologies of its notorious past.
But instead it felt like a curious combination of The Remains of the Day and with little improvisation thrown in.
If in TRotD, Stevens laments living a life devoted to serving a Nazi-sympathizing, Jew-hating Lord with unquestioning loyalty, in AAotFW, Ono san experiences feelings of profound guilt for having created paintings supporting the war and Imperial jingoism. We see Ono repeatedly trying to convince himself that his ideals were not at fault and he only did what his feelings of patriotism (obviously misguided) inspired him to, at the time.
But at the fag end of the narrative, Ono comes to terms with his 'mistakes' and even ends up offering an unsolicited apology to his daughter's father-in-law at her miai ('marriage interview session' in Japanese).
Translation:- Ishiguro virtually makes Japan get down on its knees and apologize to the world for all its crimes against humanity. The evanescent night life of the pleasure district that Ono san uses as a theme for his paintings is actually a symbol of a 'floating', hesitant Japan about to turn over a new leaf.
I cannot exactly put my finger on the things I did not find particularly appealing about this book. Maybe it's the matter-of-fact tone of Ono's narrative voice which will tend to annoy the reader at some point. Maybe it's the lack of a shadow of grief or an air of melancholy that pervaded the atmosphere of TRotD and A Pale View of Hills. Maybe it's the glaring similarities with TRotD. Or maybe it's the Booker-nominated writer Tan Twan Eng saying in an interview how he reads this book at least once every year which caused me to have really high expectations.
I had assumed, a book ought to have created an exceptionally powerful impact for it to be Eng's all-time-favorite.
But I guess as a Malaysian national, he must have strong sentiments associated with any book that so much as touches upon the topic of Japan's shameful past as colonial master of most of east/south-east Asia.
So my advice for the uninitiated will be:- Read Ishiguro's works in order or at least read this one before reading The Remains of the Day.
Replace Stevens with Masuji Ono. Replace a tottering England with a war-ravaged, financially unstable Japan and insert Ishiguro's penchant for allegory. And TADA you have An Artist of the Floating World.
This book had potential to be a very emotionally charged commentary on a nation rebuilding itself from its charred (atomic-bombed) remains and reflecting on the flawed ideologies of its notorious past.
But instead it felt like a curious combination of The Remains of the Day and with little improvisation thrown in.
If in TRotD, Stevens laments living a life devoted to serving a Nazi-sympathizing, Jew-hating Lord with unquestioning loyalty, in AAotFW, Ono san experiences feelings of profound guilt for having created paintings supporting the war and Imperial jingoism. We see Ono repeatedly trying to convince himself that his ideals were not at fault and he only did what his feelings of patriotism (obviously misguided) inspired him to, at the time.
But at the fag end of the narrative, Ono comes to terms with his 'mistakes' and even ends up offering an unsolicited apology to his daughter's father-in-law at her miai ('marriage interview session' in Japanese).
Translation:- Ishiguro virtually makes Japan get down on its knees and apologize to the world for all its crimes against humanity. The evanescent night life of the pleasure district that Ono san uses as a theme for his paintings is actually a symbol of a 'floating', hesitant Japan about to turn over a new leaf.
I cannot exactly put my finger on the things I did not find particularly appealing about this book. Maybe it's the matter-of-fact tone of Ono's narrative voice which will tend to annoy the reader at some point. Maybe it's the lack of a shadow of grief or an air of melancholy that pervaded the atmosphere of TRotD and A Pale View of Hills. Maybe it's the glaring similarities with TRotD. Or maybe it's the Booker-nominated writer Tan Twan Eng saying in an interview how he reads this book at least once every year which caused me to have really high expectations.
I had assumed, a book ought to have created an exceptionally powerful impact for it to be Eng's all-time-favorite.
But I guess as a Malaysian national, he must have strong sentiments associated with any book that so much as touches upon the topic of Japan's shameful past as colonial master of most of east/south-east Asia.
So my advice for the uninitiated will be:- Read Ishiguro's works in order or at least read this one before reading The Remains of the Day.
September 19, 2020
An Artist of the Floating World, Kazuo Ishiguro
An Artist of the Floating World (1986) is a novel by Nobel Prize-winning British author Kazuo Ishiguro.
It is set in post-World War II Japan, and is narrated by Masuji Ono, an ageing painter, who looks back on his life, and how he has lived it.
He notices how his once great reputation has faltered since the war, and how attitudes towards him, and his paintings have changed.
The chief conflict deals with Ono's need to accept responsibility for his past actions, and in the expostulation to find a path to peace, in his good will for the young white collar workers on the streets at lunch break. The novel also deals with the role of people in a rapidly changing environment.
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An Artist of the Floating World (1986) is a novel by Nobel Prize-winning British author Kazuo Ishiguro.
It is set in post-World War II Japan, and is narrated by Masuji Ono, an ageing painter, who looks back on his life, and how he has lived it.
He notices how his once great reputation has faltered since the war, and how attitudes towards him, and his paintings have changed.
The chief conflict deals with Ono's need to accept responsibility for his past actions, and in the expostulation to find a path to peace, in his good will for the young white collar workers on the streets at lunch break. The novel also deals with the role of people in a rapidly changing environment.
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September 10, 2024
It¡¯²õ hard to appreciate the beauty of a world when one doubts its very validity.
Set in post WWII Japan, this beautifully sketched story is about an elderly artist who remembers the past and the things as they used to be, evaluating his actions, convictions and beliefs and comparing the has beens with the state of affairs in the aftermath of the war.
When one holds convictions deeply enough, there surely comes a point when it is despicable to prevaricate further.
Filled with feelings of nostalgia, the book is divided into four dates, beginning from October 1948 and ending in June 1950.
If one has failed only where others have not had the courage or will to try, there is a consolation- indeed, a deep satisfaction- to be gained from this observation when looking back over one¡¯²õ life.
Set in post WWII Japan, this beautifully sketched story is about an elderly artist who remembers the past and the things as they used to be, evaluating his actions, convictions and beliefs and comparing the has beens with the state of affairs in the aftermath of the war.
When one holds convictions deeply enough, there surely comes a point when it is despicable to prevaricate further.
Filled with feelings of nostalgia, the book is divided into four dates, beginning from October 1948 and ending in June 1950.
If one has failed only where others have not had the courage or will to try, there is a consolation- indeed, a deep satisfaction- to be gained from this observation when looking back over one¡¯²õ life.
October 6, 2021
The recipe for this novel is
Ten large bags of BLANDNESS
14 kg of EVASION
27 litres of VAGUENESS
A bucket or two of INSINUATIONS
A generous grating of DARK HINTS
Mix well with five enormous slabs of CRUSHING CLASS CONSCIOUSNESS
Sprinkle with DISCONCERTINGLY INCOMPLETE SELF-DECEPTION
Serve ice cold
***
Everyone talks in stilted formal plum-in-mouth style :
It was the greatest impertinence to come here like this and disturb your afternoon.
Excuse me for mentioning this to you, Father. No doubt, it would have already occurred to you.
We at our office are at something of a loss as to the most appropriate way of showing our respect.
And all the dialogue in the entire book plus a great deal of the mournful meanderings that is the rest of it is like this. So this short book does need some patience. It will be hard for a modern reader not to be doing some furious eyerolling, pencil tapping and/or knee twitching during the reading of this book.
Oh, and there is a plot, I guess, but you¡¯ll have to find it with a magnifying glass and get an expert to check if it really can be classed as a plot.
And plus, this book, as every review rightly points out, is THE EXACT SAME STORY as his very next novel The Remains of the Day which is a stone classic and way better than this one. (The story being that old farts after World War Two uneasily contemplate being on the wrong side during the war.)
If you like the sound of all this, give it a whirl. I hope I have not put you off.
Three stars. Wasn¡¯t the worst.
Ten large bags of BLANDNESS
14 kg of EVASION
27 litres of VAGUENESS
A bucket or two of INSINUATIONS
A generous grating of DARK HINTS
Mix well with five enormous slabs of CRUSHING CLASS CONSCIOUSNESS
Sprinkle with DISCONCERTINGLY INCOMPLETE SELF-DECEPTION
Serve ice cold
***
Everyone talks in stilted formal plum-in-mouth style :
It was the greatest impertinence to come here like this and disturb your afternoon.
Excuse me for mentioning this to you, Father. No doubt, it would have already occurred to you.
We at our office are at something of a loss as to the most appropriate way of showing our respect.
And all the dialogue in the entire book plus a great deal of the mournful meanderings that is the rest of it is like this. So this short book does need some patience. It will be hard for a modern reader not to be doing some furious eyerolling, pencil tapping and/or knee twitching during the reading of this book.
Oh, and there is a plot, I guess, but you¡¯ll have to find it with a magnifying glass and get an expert to check if it really can be classed as a plot.
And plus, this book, as every review rightly points out, is THE EXACT SAME STORY as his very next novel The Remains of the Day which is a stone classic and way better than this one. (The story being that old farts after World War Two uneasily contemplate being on the wrong side during the war.)
If you like the sound of all this, give it a whirl. I hope I have not put you off.
Three stars. Wasn¡¯t the worst.
October 7, 2017
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June 23, 2017
An Artist of the Floating World is a nice pleasant read. Although Ishiguro had not lived through this period and lives in England, he evokes the languid rhythms of life in post-war Japan with panache. His protagonist addresses the reader in the second person over the entire book, telling us of his career as a propagandistic artist of pre-war Imperial Japan and his retirement. There is a marked similarity between Oji and the protagonist of The Remains of the Day, in that each had acted in morally ambiguous ways based on belief and their actions indirectly led to the atrocities of WWII in the two different theaters of Europe and Asia.
Ishiguro invokes the Edo period of Tokyo (although the city is never named directly) and the destruction of the pleasure district in rounded, sensual tones just as the art of Ukiyo-E did. The protagonist was, in fact, trained as a traditional painter before being seduced by dreams of "modern" Japan led him to political painting. This had an adverse affect on his life - particularly his relationships after the war. The image on page 77 of the painter seeing his old protege Kuroda in the ruins of the post-war city and how "a truck going by between [them], full of building workers" is symbolic of this vast distance that his political stance put between him and his former master and students.
This is an interesting and well-written book and if you are interested in this period, check out Kafu the Scribbler by Siedensticker which is about a real Japanese writer that would have been similar to Mori-san in the book.
Ishiguro invokes the Edo period of Tokyo (although the city is never named directly) and the destruction of the pleasure district in rounded, sensual tones just as the art of Ukiyo-E did. The protagonist was, in fact, trained as a traditional painter before being seduced by dreams of "modern" Japan led him to political painting. This had an adverse affect on his life - particularly his relationships after the war. The image on page 77 of the painter seeing his old protege Kuroda in the ruins of the post-war city and how "a truck going by between [them], full of building workers" is symbolic of this vast distance that his political stance put between him and his former master and students.
This is an interesting and well-written book and if you are interested in this period, check out Kafu the Scribbler by Siedensticker which is about a real Japanese writer that would have been similar to Mori-san in the book.
February 14, 2019
There's such much drama in nothing at all! That's the genius of Ishiguro: here and in his masterpiece Remains of the Day, the actual plot is that nothing happens, and it's fuckin' gripping.
Masuji Ono is an artist. During World War II he ended up on the wrong team; he arted up some propaganda, and now that Japan's lost the war he is embarrassing. His reputation has crashed. Maybe his daughter's impending marriage will be called off, if the family discovers some of his disgraceful former attitudes. He wonders. His other daughter throws passive aggressive shade at him.
Propaganda
He's an unreliable narrator, another thing in common with Remains. Not a big flashy unreliable narrator, like "I was the killer all along!" It's more delicate, and Ishiguro is brilliant at this, quietly insinuating that the words on your page shouldn't be trusted. Ono's unreliable the same way that you are an unreliable narrator of your own life. You sometimes get it wrong. You've been better or worse than you thought. I mean, you, particularly, you've definitely been better, you're great. Certain other people have, frankly, been dicks.
Ono has been a dick. How much of a dick? He meanders as he narrates, jumping around, prewar, war, postwar. In the end... Nothing.
Ono was an artist of the floating, lantern-lit world of prostitutes. One imagines the flickering light playing tricks with details. Everything is soft, deceptive. You miss a nuance here and there. The Japanese word is ukiyo, "floating world," and it was going back centuries. Here's the famous artist Utamaro, from around 1700:
It was hard to find a print that didn't have a massive dick in it
But ukiyo can apparently also be translated as "sad, troublesome world." So Ono painted geishas and, later, war propaganda.
One of the things about moral relativism - the idea that one can't be guilty if lots of others are guilty too - is that history calls bullshit. If you pick the wrong team now, you'll reckon with it later. Nobody sees themselves as the villain of the story! But villains there are, and unreliable narrators, too. Someone has their own story wrong. Someone is a dick.
Masuji Ono is an artist. During World War II he ended up on the wrong team; he arted up some propaganda, and now that Japan's lost the war he is embarrassing. His reputation has crashed. Maybe his daughter's impending marriage will be called off, if the family discovers some of his disgraceful former attitudes. He wonders. His other daughter throws passive aggressive shade at him.
Propaganda
He's an unreliable narrator, another thing in common with Remains. Not a big flashy unreliable narrator, like "I was the killer all along!" It's more delicate, and Ishiguro is brilliant at this, quietly insinuating that the words on your page shouldn't be trusted. Ono's unreliable the same way that you are an unreliable narrator of your own life. You sometimes get it wrong. You've been better or worse than you thought. I mean, you, particularly, you've definitely been better, you're great. Certain other people have, frankly, been dicks.
Ono has been a dick. How much of a dick? He meanders as he narrates, jumping around, prewar, war, postwar. In the end... Nothing.
Ono was an artist of the floating, lantern-lit world of prostitutes. One imagines the flickering light playing tricks with details. Everything is soft, deceptive. You miss a nuance here and there. The Japanese word is ukiyo, "floating world," and it was going back centuries. Here's the famous artist Utamaro, from around 1700:
It was hard to find a print that didn't have a massive dick in it
But ukiyo can apparently also be translated as "sad, troublesome world." So Ono painted geishas and, later, war propaganda.
One of the things about moral relativism - the idea that one can't be guilty if lots of others are guilty too - is that history calls bullshit. If you pick the wrong team now, you'll reckon with it later. Nobody sees themselves as the villain of the story! But villains there are, and unreliable narrators, too. Someone has their own story wrong. Someone is a dick.
August 11, 2024
The story of being left behind by modernity and driven by guilt, despite all our unreliable narrator thinks and says to the reader - Four Stars
It¡¯²õ hard to appreciate the beauty of a world when one doubts its very validity
I reread ¡¯²õ for my bookclub and the first chapter struck me as being really skillful, capturing all of the themes of the novel in just 28 pages. We follow a old man arranging the marriage of his daughter. His wife and son have died in the war and he himself is far from blameless we learn from side glances in his history while he goes about his day to day business in post-war Japan. The style is very chatty and conversational, quite plain on a sentence level.
We have some false modesty, sexism and the West being embedded on the grandson of our narrator, and reflections on old and new Japan, resembled in the demeanour of his daughters. In a way it feels constructed and a bit insincere, but at the same time completely realistic for Ono to think in such a manner to himself and the reader is pulled into his perspective. The trick of creating a layered and complex character who makes bad choices but for whom we can still cheer as readers is pulled in a perfect manner by the way Ishiguro shows Ono his family life.
Because despite the mirrors of events from his childhood, to experiences with his tutors to him doing the same, there are even worse things Ono is implied to have done to his pupil. The perspective of the losers of history, the people who turned out to be rooting for the wrong side, is balanced and in a fascinating way portrayed by Ishiguro.
The destruction and desolation of after war Japan with a lone cafe in a field of rubble as mental image is very powerful and remembered me of his debut novel. Compared to the strange repeating of sentences when characters talk to each other is fortunately less prominent.
Finally what struck me was the poverty and misery (coupled to more than a bit of opportunism) that led to the narrator falling for the promise order of fascism.
The History of Japan podcast recently did a two parter (links included below) on the corruption and political instability of pre World War Two Japan, that make the fragility of democracy better understandable. Well recommended for anyone interesting in more on the fascinating period Ishiguro set this novel in!
It¡¯²õ hard to appreciate the beauty of a world when one doubts its very validity
I reread ¡¯²õ for my bookclub and the first chapter struck me as being really skillful, capturing all of the themes of the novel in just 28 pages. We follow a old man arranging the marriage of his daughter. His wife and son have died in the war and he himself is far from blameless we learn from side glances in his history while he goes about his day to day business in post-war Japan. The style is very chatty and conversational, quite plain on a sentence level.
We have some false modesty, sexism and the West being embedded on the grandson of our narrator, and reflections on old and new Japan, resembled in the demeanour of his daughters. In a way it feels constructed and a bit insincere, but at the same time completely realistic for Ono to think in such a manner to himself and the reader is pulled into his perspective. The trick of creating a layered and complex character who makes bad choices but for whom we can still cheer as readers is pulled in a perfect manner by the way Ishiguro shows Ono his family life.
Because despite the mirrors of events from his childhood, to experiences with his tutors to him doing the same, there are even worse things Ono is implied to have done to his pupil. The perspective of the losers of history, the people who turned out to be rooting for the wrong side, is balanced and in a fascinating way portrayed by Ishiguro.
The destruction and desolation of after war Japan with a lone cafe in a field of rubble as mental image is very powerful and remembered me of his debut novel. Compared to the strange repeating of sentences when characters talk to each other is fortunately less prominent.
Finally what struck me was the poverty and misery (coupled to more than a bit of opportunism) that led to the narrator falling for the promise order of fascism.
The History of Japan podcast recently did a two parter (links included below) on the corruption and political instability of pre World War Two Japan, that make the fragility of democracy better understandable. Well recommended for anyone interesting in more on the fascinating period Ishiguro set this novel in!
March 28, 2025
Yes, a guilty conscience makes you a fascinating unreliable narrator. This book shows that no matter how others see you, the only opinion that truly matters is your own¡ªbecause only you know everything you have done.
"I cannot recall any collegue who could paint a self-portrait with absolute honestly; however accurately one may fill in the surface details of one's mirror reflection, the personality represented rarely comes near the truth as others would see it."
"I cannot recall any collegue who could paint a self-portrait with absolute honestly; however accurately one may fill in the surface details of one's mirror reflection, the personality represented rarely comes near the truth as others would see it."
August 25, 2023
It is quite rare for me to look upon the works of an author with such fondness time and time again. This seems to be the case for Kazuo Ishiguro. If asked to come up with a list of my top 5 or top 10 authors, I would start to sweat. It would become worse if I were to be directly asked about Ishiguro. After all, he resides a few layers below the surface. I¡¯ve remarked to friends that his books are ripe for incubation ¨C you read them, and they may cause a ripple in your emotions (he himself has used this terminology in an interview before). However, it¡¯²õ merely a ripple. You put the book down and walk away. But the further you get from the point of finishing his books, the more time and memory do their thing, growing together and raising the esteem of his books in your mind. I still regularly think about The Remains of the Day, for instance, and the messages I got from that book (with respect to regret in life, specifically) have informed my decision making on numerous occasions. I read A Pale View of Hills this past week, and I have had a book hangover. I am still unable to get past how many beautiful messages were dropped into my lap and left for further examination. I may not have thought, wow! A 5-star book! However, I would venture a guess that future readings of his books will take a good few of them right up to that threshold.
An Artist of the Floating World is no different. I adored it immediately, having adored The Remains of the Day. There are remnants of the latter in the former, where you see a staunch personality faced with the prospect of having to reimagine his past, his current life, and what he stands for moving forward. It¡¯²õ the classic Ishiguro style, as well, where he propels his narrative forward by completing 3 or 4 concentric circles in piecemeal fashion. Of course, he also drops plenty of hints to keep your anxiety boiling throughout the book.
I will walk away from this book with a few personal questions to ponder, which is the best kind of takeaway: What do our accomplishments mean to us? Are we willing to place their achievement above and beyond family? How do we adapt to a changing world with changing values? How, then, do we reconcile our stance with the fact that our own values were once just as malleable?
I¡¯m happy, as I have a few more Ishiguro books to go, but also sad, because I only have a few more Ishiguro books to go. We move.
An Artist of the Floating World is no different. I adored it immediately, having adored The Remains of the Day. There are remnants of the latter in the former, where you see a staunch personality faced with the prospect of having to reimagine his past, his current life, and what he stands for moving forward. It¡¯²õ the classic Ishiguro style, as well, where he propels his narrative forward by completing 3 or 4 concentric circles in piecemeal fashion. Of course, he also drops plenty of hints to keep your anxiety boiling throughout the book.
I will walk away from this book with a few personal questions to ponder, which is the best kind of takeaway: What do our accomplishments mean to us? Are we willing to place their achievement above and beyond family? How do we adapt to a changing world with changing values? How, then, do we reconcile our stance with the fact that our own values were once just as malleable?
I¡¯m happy, as I have a few more Ishiguro books to go, but also sad, because I only have a few more Ishiguro books to go. We move.
July 1, 2022
"Our Emperor is our rightful leader. Power has been grasped from him by these businessmen and their politicians. Japan is no longer a backward country. We are a mighty nation capable of matching any of the western nations. It's time for us to forge an empire as powerful and wealthy as the British and French. We must use our strength to expand abroad."
"It is my belief in such troubled times artists must learn to value something more tangible than pleasurable things that disappear with the morning light. It is not necessary artists occupy a decadent and enclosed world. My conscience tells me I cannot remain forever an artist of the floating world."
**
Kazuo Ishiguro was born in 1954 post-war Nagasaki and moved to Britain with his parents at the age of five. Raised by his grandmother, literate in the language and culture, he had returned to Japan three years before this 1986 novel. Doubts if an essentially British author could authentically depict Japan didn't prove a problem. The story is told during 1948 to 1950 in a bombed out suburb of Tokyo. The dialogue is set within the narrator's memories and a small group of family and friends.
Masuji Ono is a retired artist living in a large traditional home with his younger daughter. The house was damaged in the war, killing his wife, and his son had died in China. His elder daughter comes to visit with his grandson. The young boy is excited to see a new Godzilla movie, metaphor for the war and nuclear radiation. Masuji frequents a local tavern, the lone outpost of a past flourishing pleasure district. He reminisces about his once highly regarded status in a world now disappeared.
Masuji had been part of a painting school that revered 'The Floating World'. During the Tokugawa Shogunate it was a red light district, the subject of writers and artists depicting geisha, kabuki, sumo and samurai who inhabited it. After 1868 the Meiji Restoration began modernization of Japan. Hirohito was Emperor in 1926 and civilian control of the military ended in 1932. Masuji, influenced by the nationalist fervor of the time, is convinced Japan should stake a claim as an expanding empire.
Masuji's artwork evolves from tourist kitsch to propaganda posters. He regales his students with jingoist toasts and is flattered by their sake fueled praise. He becomes a cultural advisor to the Committee of Unpatriotic Activities. After 1945 youth are skeptical of elders who had led them to war. In the American occupation he is blacklisted from teaching for his imperialist politics. There are hints the past has hindered his daughter's marriage hopes, and the family is suspicious of his current views.
Masuji reflects, near the end of the story, while he and other imperial supporters failed to win the war and take over Asia, they had done things 'in the best of faith' with the courage to have 'put their convictions to the test'. When the war is finished he sees western style offices and apartments rise around him. His son-in-laws work for big manufacturing and construction firms that mimic American business. Still unreformed, he is a believable character. Ishiguro won the Nobel Prize in 2017.
"It is my belief in such troubled times artists must learn to value something more tangible than pleasurable things that disappear with the morning light. It is not necessary artists occupy a decadent and enclosed world. My conscience tells me I cannot remain forever an artist of the floating world."
**
Kazuo Ishiguro was born in 1954 post-war Nagasaki and moved to Britain with his parents at the age of five. Raised by his grandmother, literate in the language and culture, he had returned to Japan three years before this 1986 novel. Doubts if an essentially British author could authentically depict Japan didn't prove a problem. The story is told during 1948 to 1950 in a bombed out suburb of Tokyo. The dialogue is set within the narrator's memories and a small group of family and friends.
Masuji Ono is a retired artist living in a large traditional home with his younger daughter. The house was damaged in the war, killing his wife, and his son had died in China. His elder daughter comes to visit with his grandson. The young boy is excited to see a new Godzilla movie, metaphor for the war and nuclear radiation. Masuji frequents a local tavern, the lone outpost of a past flourishing pleasure district. He reminisces about his once highly regarded status in a world now disappeared.
Masuji had been part of a painting school that revered 'The Floating World'. During the Tokugawa Shogunate it was a red light district, the subject of writers and artists depicting geisha, kabuki, sumo and samurai who inhabited it. After 1868 the Meiji Restoration began modernization of Japan. Hirohito was Emperor in 1926 and civilian control of the military ended in 1932. Masuji, influenced by the nationalist fervor of the time, is convinced Japan should stake a claim as an expanding empire.
Masuji's artwork evolves from tourist kitsch to propaganda posters. He regales his students with jingoist toasts and is flattered by their sake fueled praise. He becomes a cultural advisor to the Committee of Unpatriotic Activities. After 1945 youth are skeptical of elders who had led them to war. In the American occupation he is blacklisted from teaching for his imperialist politics. There are hints the past has hindered his daughter's marriage hopes, and the family is suspicious of his current views.
Masuji reflects, near the end of the story, while he and other imperial supporters failed to win the war and take over Asia, they had done things 'in the best of faith' with the courage to have 'put their convictions to the test'. When the war is finished he sees western style offices and apartments rise around him. His son-in-laws work for big manufacturing and construction firms that mimic American business. Still unreformed, he is a believable character. Ishiguro won the Nobel Prize in 2017.
July 3, 2012
I thought Kazuo Ishiguro was not one of the authors who do not rewrite themselves. This book proved me wrong. He is like many other authors who write at least two novels with similar plot, themes and even characters. They just change some aspects of the novel like settings, climax or maybe the names of the places and people. I was disappointed but the disappointment was not enough for me to give this 1 star because the book still has all those Ishiguro's trademarks that made me fall in love with his books: subtle, delicate and intricate writing. Still a worthy of money and time especially for his diehard fans.
You see, I have read three of Ishiguro's works prior to this. All of them I really liked (4 stars): (1989), (2005) and (2009). Each of them are totally different from one another. So, I thought he does not re write himself. I know that this book, An Artist of the Floating World was first published 3 years before The Remains of Day but I read this later. Had I read this first, I would have liked this and would have hated Remains.
In my opinion, the similarities are obvious but there are also some minor differences. However, the plot is still too close to each other compared to let me say, Never Let Me Go. In this book, Masuji Ono is an aging painter and has been a respected artist in Japan. He worked hard for his craft and gained fame and honor from it. However, during the war, he became a police enforcer, something that was not really honorable. Now, that he is old, he wants everything that he will leave to be in order including the marriage of his daughter Noriko. In the traditional Japan, the parents look for potential husbands for their daughter. The process goes on some defined stages including some background checks on the family of the woman.
In Remains, the aging man is Mr. Stevens who is an excellent butler. He works hard as a butler as he believes that is the equivalent of "human dignity." However, his former boss had a shady dealing as Nazi informer during the war and it affected the stature of his otherwise prestigious Darlington Hall. Stevens has a co-worker, Miss Kenton, with whom he almost had a relationship. In their twilight years, they are both asking the "what-ifs", i.e., what if Mr. Stevens courted Miss Kenton, what if Miss Kenton said yes, what if they got married, etc.
Both protagonists are male in their retirement years. Both have worked hard in their crafts. Both have some kind of regrets due to their own doing. Their own mistakes. Both are trying to correct those mistakes before they die. However, I will not tell you if they succeeded as that would be too much of a spoiler.
The only differences: One is set in Japan, the other one in Britain. However, both of them are after WWII. Ono's mistake is his mainly own doing while Mr. Stevens is mainly his own undoing. He did not court Kenton even if he felt something for her. Also, Ishiguro was so brilliant that the voices of Ono and Mr. Stevens are totally different from each other. Both of these novels employ first-person narration and both narrators are unreliable and the reader has to take almost the whole book to fully figure this out. Each narrator, however, has their own distinct "voices" that is truly admirable because Ishiguro left Japan when he was 5 years old but he still was able to vividly capture the Japanese scenery, culture, tradition and the manner of speaking. The examples of this are when younger people address the aging Ono with Sensei and his daughter referring to him as third person "Would my father be kind enough to consider..." instead of how we say this nowadays ""Would you consider..."
This was the reason why I was hesitant to read another Ishiguro book. I was afraid that I would not like the next book and I would be forced to drop Ishiguro from the list of my favorite authors. I still have respect for him but oh yes, sadly, this book eroded his pedestal in my mind.
I would like to call the attention of my friends who rave about Ishiguro because they've read "Remains" and "Never Let Me Go" and so they think that Ishiguro does not re-write himself. He does. In my opinion, at least.
You see, I have read three of Ishiguro's works prior to this. All of them I really liked (4 stars): (1989), (2005) and (2009). Each of them are totally different from one another. So, I thought he does not re write himself. I know that this book, An Artist of the Floating World was first published 3 years before The Remains of Day but I read this later. Had I read this first, I would have liked this and would have hated Remains.
In my opinion, the similarities are obvious but there are also some minor differences. However, the plot is still too close to each other compared to let me say, Never Let Me Go. In this book, Masuji Ono is an aging painter and has been a respected artist in Japan. He worked hard for his craft and gained fame and honor from it. However, during the war, he became a police enforcer, something that was not really honorable. Now, that he is old, he wants everything that he will leave to be in order including the marriage of his daughter Noriko. In the traditional Japan, the parents look for potential husbands for their daughter. The process goes on some defined stages including some background checks on the family of the woman.
In Remains, the aging man is Mr. Stevens who is an excellent butler. He works hard as a butler as he believes that is the equivalent of "human dignity." However, his former boss had a shady dealing as Nazi informer during the war and it affected the stature of his otherwise prestigious Darlington Hall. Stevens has a co-worker, Miss Kenton, with whom he almost had a relationship. In their twilight years, they are both asking the "what-ifs", i.e., what if Mr. Stevens courted Miss Kenton, what if Miss Kenton said yes, what if they got married, etc.
Both protagonists are male in their retirement years. Both have worked hard in their crafts. Both have some kind of regrets due to their own doing. Their own mistakes. Both are trying to correct those mistakes before they die. However, I will not tell you if they succeeded as that would be too much of a spoiler.
The only differences: One is set in Japan, the other one in Britain. However, both of them are after WWII. Ono's mistake is his mainly own doing while Mr. Stevens is mainly his own undoing. He did not court Kenton even if he felt something for her. Also, Ishiguro was so brilliant that the voices of Ono and Mr. Stevens are totally different from each other. Both of these novels employ first-person narration and both narrators are unreliable and the reader has to take almost the whole book to fully figure this out. Each narrator, however, has their own distinct "voices" that is truly admirable because Ishiguro left Japan when he was 5 years old but he still was able to vividly capture the Japanese scenery, culture, tradition and the manner of speaking. The examples of this are when younger people address the aging Ono with Sensei and his daughter referring to him as third person "Would my father be kind enough to consider..." instead of how we say this nowadays ""Would you consider..."
This was the reason why I was hesitant to read another Ishiguro book. I was afraid that I would not like the next book and I would be forced to drop Ishiguro from the list of my favorite authors. I still have respect for him but oh yes, sadly, this book eroded his pedestal in my mind.
I would like to call the attention of my friends who rave about Ishiguro because they've read "Remains" and "Never Let Me Go" and so they think that Ishiguro does not re-write himself. He does. In my opinion, at least.
September 24, 2019
These are the recollections of Masuji Ono, an ageing painter taking stock of his past and the decisions informing it, especially during the Pacific War.
Surprise Attack of Naval Paratroops at Manado, MIYAMOTO Saburo, 1943
STYLE :
Throughout, you are following Ono's loose thoughts about himself, his family, his pupils, the past.
In a sense, the title 'An Artist of the Floating World' is somewhat self-explanatory, as Ono is constantly drifting from one memory to another and back to the present (comparing his pupils with his former schoolmates, now his behaviour with master Mori and Kuroda's towards him, now places as they are and places as they were...).
You get accustomed to a strange, oblique but lifelike way to look at things, sheding light on certain events, casting shadows on other parts. Also, the same as a millstone, this whole rambling rumination grinds away one shallow layer after another, until Ono is left with a more proper appreciation of his life (if not the bare core of events as they have happened in truth).
What is left unsaid, innuendo, biting irony, double-entendres, is rendered in such a way that you can fancy you were attending family reunions, in the flesh.
THEMES :
The story begins as retired Ono tells us about his stately house and how, a modest man, he came to acquire it. Currently leading an uneventful life, Ono resolves to carry out an extensive survey of his life. He sets his course : to the depths.
The Americanization of Japan
This is October, 1948, and Japan is increasingly modelled after standards set by the United States, a country the youth and the younger generations look up to. Masuji Ono's grandson, wayward Ichiro, comes out as the embodiment of this fascination : he is a sucker for the Lone Ranger, Popeye Sailorman... On the contrary, he is not so much keen on the fearsome lizard Godzilla, often seen as an impersonation of Japan reborn as a mighty nation.
In the aftermath of WW2, defeated Japan rebuilds painstakingly. The world goes its own way, eventually driving the most obdurate Japanese to take changes into account. That goes with a certain uneasiness about what is to become of the past.
Masuji Ono remains unflinchingly attached to the past. He haunts the same garden, district and inn he used to visit 'in olden days'. Unfortunately, it amounts now to hanging out in the unaccountable ruins of a disfigured city :
As you are being told about the good old days, you can sense embarassment, uneasiness and guilt emerging.
'It¡¯²õ hard to appreciate the beauty of a world when one doubts its very validity', and Ono feels an undermining uncertainty and underlying guilt as to his career choices during wartime. Chances are Ono portrays himself as something of an imposter, from page one.
What becomes of legacy?
Come peace, considering the fate of things past, left to rot or done away with, uprooted as a district no longer wanted, an elderly man will easily come to fear for himself as his own passing away draws near. Accordingly, Ono wants to secure his contribution in the world, and he ponders what to make out of it. This is a chief concern in this novel. What one owes to one's own past. An Artist of the Floating World is about faithfulness to models and masters, as it is about being faithful to the idea you hold about yourself.
What it takes to assess yourself : Taking stock of change, rejecting it, embracing it.
ON JAPANESE PROPAGANDA ART
Ironically, it appears Japan authorities have given precedence to western techniques in propaganda posters :
Source : Propaganda Painted by Masters: Japanese Art and Photography During the Fifteen Year War BY KAREN BREECE
Attack on Nanyuan, Beijing, MIYAMOTO Saburo, 1941
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BOOKS AND FILMS AKIN TO KAZUO ISHIGURO'S AN ARTIST OF THE FLOATING WORLD :
The School of Flesh - Yukio Mishima, the story of three wealthy widows looking for partners during the era of frantic modernization of Japan in the 60s :
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No Longer Human - Osamu Dazai, an estranged and decadent artist, his downfall, modelled after Osamu Dazai's :
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Under the Flag of the Rising Sun - Kinji Fukasaku, The investigation led by a war widow to prove her husband was no traitor to the Japanese army during the Pacific War.
Disclaimer : this film displays graphic violence and features disturbing scenes.
Surprise Attack of Naval Paratroops at Manado, MIYAMOTO Saburo, 1943
STYLE :
Throughout, you are following Ono's loose thoughts about himself, his family, his pupils, the past.
In a sense, the title 'An Artist of the Floating World' is somewhat self-explanatory, as Ono is constantly drifting from one memory to another and back to the present (comparing his pupils with his former schoolmates, now his behaviour with master Mori and Kuroda's towards him, now places as they are and places as they were...).
You get accustomed to a strange, oblique but lifelike way to look at things, sheding light on certain events, casting shadows on other parts. Also, the same as a millstone, this whole rambling rumination grinds away one shallow layer after another, until Ono is left with a more proper appreciation of his life (if not the bare core of events as they have happened in truth).
What is left unsaid, innuendo, biting irony, double-entendres, is rendered in such a way that you can fancy you were attending family reunions, in the flesh.
THEMES :
The story begins as retired Ono tells us about his stately house and how, a modest man, he came to acquire it. Currently leading an uneventful life, Ono resolves to carry out an extensive survey of his life. He sets his course : to the depths.
The Americanization of Japan
This is October, 1948, and Japan is increasingly modelled after standards set by the United States, a country the youth and the younger generations look up to. Masuji Ono's grandson, wayward Ichiro, comes out as the embodiment of this fascination : he is a sucker for the Lone Ranger, Popeye Sailorman... On the contrary, he is not so much keen on the fearsome lizard Godzilla, often seen as an impersonation of Japan reborn as a mighty nation.
In the aftermath of WW2, defeated Japan rebuilds painstakingly. The world goes its own way, eventually driving the most obdurate Japanese to take changes into account. That goes with a certain uneasiness about what is to become of the past.
'Of course, of course. And I've no doubt your new leaders are the most capable of men. But tell me, Taro, don't you worry at times we might be a little too hasty in following the Americans? I would be the first to agree many of the old ways must now be erased for ever, but don't you think sometimes some good things are being thrown away with the bad? Indeed, sometimes Japan has come to look like a small child learning from a strange adult.' - p.185
Masuji Ono remains unflinchingly attached to the past. He haunts the same garden, district and inn he used to visit 'in olden days'. Unfortunately, it amounts now to hanging out in the unaccountable ruins of a disfigured city :
'Coming out of Mrs Kawakami's now, you could stand at her doorway and believe you have just been drinking at some outpost of civilization. All around, there is nothing but a desert of demolished rubble. Only the backs of several buildings far in the distance will remind you that you are not so far from the city centre. (...) So now that side of the street is nothing but ruble. No doubt the authorities have their plans, but it has been that way for three years. The rain collects in small puddles and grow stagnant amidst the broken brick. (...) The buildings on Mrs Kawakami's own side of the street have remained standing, but are unoccupied (...), a situation which makes her uncomfortable. If she became suddenly rich, she often tells us, she would buy up those properties and expand. In the meantime, she waits for someone to move into them; she would not mind if they became bars just like hers, anything provided she no longer had to live in the midst of a graveyard.' - P.26-27
As you are being told about the good old days, you can sense embarassment, uneasiness and guilt emerging.
'It¡¯²õ hard to appreciate the beauty of a world when one doubts its very validity', and Ono feels an undermining uncertainty and underlying guilt as to his career choices during wartime. Chances are Ono portrays himself as something of an imposter, from page one.
What becomes of legacy?
Come peace, considering the fate of things past, left to rot or done away with, uprooted as a district no longer wanted, an elderly man will easily come to fear for himself as his own passing away draws near. Accordingly, Ono wants to secure his contribution in the world, and he ponders what to make out of it. This is a chief concern in this novel. What one owes to one's own past. An Artist of the Floating World is about faithfulness to models and masters, as it is about being faithful to the idea you hold about yourself.
What it takes to assess yourself : Taking stock of change, rejecting it, embracing it.
'They are some who would say it is people like myself who are responsible for the terrible things that happened to this nation of ours. As far as I'm concerned, I freely admit I made many mistakes. (...) My paintings, my teachings. As you see, Dr Saito, I admit this quite readily. All I can say is that at the time I acted in good faith. I believed in all sincerity I was achieving good for my fellow countrymen. But, as you see, I am now not afraid to admit I was mistaken.' - p.123-124
ON JAPANESE PROPAGANDA ART
Ironically, it appears Japan authorities have given precedence to western techniques in propaganda posters :
Source : Propaganda Painted by Masters: Japanese Art and Photography During the Fifteen Year War BY KAREN BREECE
Attack on Nanyuan, Beijing, MIYAMOTO Saburo, 1941
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BOOKS AND FILMS AKIN TO KAZUO ISHIGURO'S AN ARTIST OF THE FLOATING WORLD :
The School of Flesh - Yukio Mishima, the story of three wealthy widows looking for partners during the era of frantic modernization of Japan in the 60s :
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No Longer Human - Osamu Dazai, an estranged and decadent artist, his downfall, modelled after Osamu Dazai's :
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Under the Flag of the Rising Sun - Kinji Fukasaku, The investigation led by a war widow to prove her husband was no traitor to the Japanese army during the Pacific War.
Disclaimer : this film displays graphic violence and features disturbing scenes.
March 31, 2022
Este al doilea roman al lui Kazuo Ishiguro aparut in 1986 si a fost nominalizat la Booker Prize. La fel ca in "Amintirea palida a muntilor", autorul ne vorbeste si aici despre imaginea Japoniei de dupa cel de-al Doilea Razboi Mondial si pune accent pe diferentele majore care apar intre cei tineri, adepti ai schimbarilor aduse de americani si generatia veche care este fidela traditiilor si valorilor japoneze.
Eroul romanului este Ono Matsuji, un fost pictor si profesor de arta care se chinuie sa-si exorcizeze demonii din propriul trecut militarist si se vede respins de generatia postbelica ce doreste neaparat sa uite de distrugerile aduse de bomba atomica. Pierzandu-si sotia si fiul, ramane cu cele doua fiice, dintre care cea mare maritata cu un ginere simpatizant american iar cea mica chinuindu-se sa-si gasesca un pretendent dupa ce fusese respinsa din cauza trecutului tatalui ei.
Cand un nou partener se iveste, Matsuji este somat si nevoit sa umble pe la fostii lui camarazi si sa ii roage sa-l vorbeasca de bine atunci cand vor fi intrebati despre trecut. Fostii elevi si pictori camarazi nu vor sa aiba de-a face cu el, il evita sau se poarta cu dispret si il acuza pentru propaganda si influentele pe care le-a avut in trecut.
Am considerat ca romanul este elegant si rafinat scris iar personajele nu sunt obisnuite, avand un anumit comportament specific japonez, fiind reci, directi, demni si onorabili, dar in special fiind maestri in arta tacerii. Mi s-au transmis mai multe sentimente si idei citind printre randuri decat prin intermediul dialogurilor.
Mi-au placut foarte mult obiceiurile japoneze, in special, Miai-ul, adica tratativele de casatorie care se poarta intre cele doua familii care urmeaza sa se inrudeasca. In acest scop, se angajeaza un detectiv particular care sa cerceteze trecutul familiilor pentru a scoate la iveala lucrurile neplacute, daca ele exista. In urma investigatiei, familia care descopera lucruri dezonorante despre cealalta, se poate retrage din Miai.
Este speciala relatia eroului cu nepotelul sau, acesta fiind socat cand baiatul ii dezvaluie ca il prefera mai degraba pe 'Lone Ranger' unui erou japonez pe care bunicul i-l recomanda si nu intelege de ce copilului ii place spanacul, precum celebrului Popeye marinarul, copilaria lui fiind influentata de cultura americana.
Inchei cu cateva citate care mi-au ramas in minte:
"Poate ca nu e lucru usor, dar recunoscandu-ti greselile savarsite de-a lungul vietii, castigi o anumita satisfactie si demnitate."
"... Shintaro mi-a spus o data ca a pierdut doua saptamani de munca din pricina razboiului. Atata l-a costat pe Shintaro razboiul."
"Cele mai bune lucruri, spunea el, se nasc din noapte si dispar in zori. [...] A stiut sa pretuiasca lumea pe care oamenii o numesc lumea trecatoare..."
"E greu sa pretuiesti frumusetea unei lumi in care nu crezi."
Eroul romanului este Ono Matsuji, un fost pictor si profesor de arta care se chinuie sa-si exorcizeze demonii din propriul trecut militarist si se vede respins de generatia postbelica ce doreste neaparat sa uite de distrugerile aduse de bomba atomica. Pierzandu-si sotia si fiul, ramane cu cele doua fiice, dintre care cea mare maritata cu un ginere simpatizant american iar cea mica chinuindu-se sa-si gasesca un pretendent dupa ce fusese respinsa din cauza trecutului tatalui ei.
Cand un nou partener se iveste, Matsuji este somat si nevoit sa umble pe la fostii lui camarazi si sa ii roage sa-l vorbeasca de bine atunci cand vor fi intrebati despre trecut. Fostii elevi si pictori camarazi nu vor sa aiba de-a face cu el, il evita sau se poarta cu dispret si il acuza pentru propaganda si influentele pe care le-a avut in trecut.
Am considerat ca romanul este elegant si rafinat scris iar personajele nu sunt obisnuite, avand un anumit comportament specific japonez, fiind reci, directi, demni si onorabili, dar in special fiind maestri in arta tacerii. Mi s-au transmis mai multe sentimente si idei citind printre randuri decat prin intermediul dialogurilor.
Mi-au placut foarte mult obiceiurile japoneze, in special, Miai-ul, adica tratativele de casatorie care se poarta intre cele doua familii care urmeaza sa se inrudeasca. In acest scop, se angajeaza un detectiv particular care sa cerceteze trecutul familiilor pentru a scoate la iveala lucrurile neplacute, daca ele exista. In urma investigatiei, familia care descopera lucruri dezonorante despre cealalta, se poate retrage din Miai.
Este speciala relatia eroului cu nepotelul sau, acesta fiind socat cand baiatul ii dezvaluie ca il prefera mai degraba pe 'Lone Ranger' unui erou japonez pe care bunicul i-l recomanda si nu intelege de ce copilului ii place spanacul, precum celebrului Popeye marinarul, copilaria lui fiind influentata de cultura americana.
Inchei cu cateva citate care mi-au ramas in minte:
"Poate ca nu e lucru usor, dar recunoscandu-ti greselile savarsite de-a lungul vietii, castigi o anumita satisfactie si demnitate."
"... Shintaro mi-a spus o data ca a pierdut doua saptamani de munca din pricina razboiului. Atata l-a costat pe Shintaro razboiul."
"Cele mai bune lucruri, spunea el, se nasc din noapte si dispar in zori. [...] A stiut sa pretuiasca lumea pe care oamenii o numesc lumea trecatoare..."
"E greu sa pretuiesti frumusetea unei lumi in care nu crezi."
December 17, 2017
Set in Japan right after WW2, Masuji Ono, a retired artist, looks back on his life and career from when he was a celebrated painter in the pre-war years to the social pariah he now is in the post-war years thanks to his ties to imperialist Japan. Doesn¡¯t sound like much of a story, does it? It isn¡¯t!
I remember really enjoying Kazuo Ishiguro¡¯²õ The Remains of the Day, so much so that I read it twice, so I don¡¯t know why I¡¯ve never read anything else by the guy. I decided to pick up the novel he wrote before Remains, An Artist of the Floating World, and found it to be, unfortunately, a tediously slow-moving load of nothing.
So, post-war Japan had a real problem with pre-war Japan, namely with the imperialist jingoism that got them wrapped up in what became World War 2, with the survivors actively rejecting all aspects of ¡°traditional¡± Japan and embracing the occupying Americans¡¯ values and culture instead. Ono isn¡¯t happy with that. Zzz¡
I kept hoping for something - anything! - to happen and it never did. There¡¯²õ a ¡°plot¡± involving Ono trying to marry off his youngest daughter but having trouble because of his previous associations with imperialist Japan. I couldn¡¯t have cared less!
I was looking forward to seeing what terrible stuff he¡¯d painted to make him such a notorious figure except Ishiguro completely cops out on that point by never revealing it. All we¡¯re told is that it¡¯²õ ¡°unpatriotic¡± and that Ono is a ¡°traitor¡±. Booo!
You can see Ishiguro flirting with the idea of the unreliable narrator that he would go on to perfect in Mr Stevens from The Remains of the Day but here the literary device is merely toyed with lightly to little effect.
I like the title of this book and found out that the ¡°Floating World¡± was a period of time in Japan¡¯²õ history noted for its decadence and celebration of transient pleasures, so I guess Ishiguro¡¯²õ drawing comparisons to that era with either pre or post-war Japan? I don¡¯t know and I¡¯m not really interested enough to think about it. But that vagueness is indicative of the book as a whole.
It¡¯²õ a well-written novel and gives you a strong sense of the mood of post-war Japan but it¡¯²õ not enough for me. An Artist of the Floating World is so completely lacking in anything substantial that it failed to leave any kind of impression. A very disappointing, weak effort - I¡¯d recommend checking out The Remains of the Day for a far better Ishiguro read instead.
I remember really enjoying Kazuo Ishiguro¡¯²õ The Remains of the Day, so much so that I read it twice, so I don¡¯t know why I¡¯ve never read anything else by the guy. I decided to pick up the novel he wrote before Remains, An Artist of the Floating World, and found it to be, unfortunately, a tediously slow-moving load of nothing.
So, post-war Japan had a real problem with pre-war Japan, namely with the imperialist jingoism that got them wrapped up in what became World War 2, with the survivors actively rejecting all aspects of ¡°traditional¡± Japan and embracing the occupying Americans¡¯ values and culture instead. Ono isn¡¯t happy with that. Zzz¡
I kept hoping for something - anything! - to happen and it never did. There¡¯²õ a ¡°plot¡± involving Ono trying to marry off his youngest daughter but having trouble because of his previous associations with imperialist Japan. I couldn¡¯t have cared less!
I was looking forward to seeing what terrible stuff he¡¯d painted to make him such a notorious figure except Ishiguro completely cops out on that point by never revealing it. All we¡¯re told is that it¡¯²õ ¡°unpatriotic¡± and that Ono is a ¡°traitor¡±. Booo!
You can see Ishiguro flirting with the idea of the unreliable narrator that he would go on to perfect in Mr Stevens from The Remains of the Day but here the literary device is merely toyed with lightly to little effect.
I like the title of this book and found out that the ¡°Floating World¡± was a period of time in Japan¡¯²õ history noted for its decadence and celebration of transient pleasures, so I guess Ishiguro¡¯²õ drawing comparisons to that era with either pre or post-war Japan? I don¡¯t know and I¡¯m not really interested enough to think about it. But that vagueness is indicative of the book as a whole.
It¡¯²õ a well-written novel and gives you a strong sense of the mood of post-war Japan but it¡¯²õ not enough for me. An Artist of the Floating World is so completely lacking in anything substantial that it failed to leave any kind of impression. A very disappointing, weak effort - I¡¯d recommend checking out The Remains of the Day for a far better Ishiguro read instead.
October 11, 2019
This is a quiet but accomplished novel about post-war Japan; of reconciling both the state and individual of the modern world, with the crimes and convictions of the past. The novel is a thematic precursor to Remains of the Day, published three years later, which similarly uses an unreliable first-person narrative to explore what it means to have lived an honourable life. An Artist of the Floating World is a far more subdued novel, with a greater specific cultural focus, and as a result, its themes are perhaps a little less universal.
January 11, 2020
"And if on reaching the foot of the hill which climbs up to my house, you pause at the Bridge of Hesitation and look back towards the remains of our old pleasure district, if the sun has not yet set completely, you may see the line of old telegraph poles ¨C still without wires to connect them ¨C disappearing into the gloom down the route you have just come, And you may be able to make out the dark clusters of birds perched uncomfortably on the tops of the poles, as though awaiting the wires along which they once lined the sky. "
Set in post world war II Japan, this beautiful little novel is Ishiguro doing his usual great job - the subtlety, the painting of something larger (atmosphere of a country in this case) and a narrator who knows how to forget (unlike that of 'The Sense of Ending' Ishiguro's narrators never forget anything substantial - just a few minor details like when something happened or exchange a few details). Even the non-chronological flow of prose is so brilliantly conversational.
The title refers to the kind of life artists lead - away from social responsibility chasing after soft, beautiful things that become unreal in the daytime like pleasures from the district.
' Artists¡¯, my father¡¯²õ voice continued, ¡®live in squalor and poverty. They inhabit a world which gives them every temptation to become weak-willed and depraved. Am I not right, Sachiko?¡¯
¡®Naturally. Yet perhaps there are one or two who are able to pursue an artistic career and yet avoid such pitfalls.'
The novel is about the narrator's dilemma - of having to choose between avoiding those pitfalls and his artistic need to pursuit beauty
An artist¡¯²õ concern is to capture beauty wherever he finds it."
And his life is full of oscillations between the two and thus the metaphor of bridge of hesitation on his way to pleasure district. Smooth. The novel starts at a point where the author is inclined to believe that people around him are of opinion that not only he tried being socially responsible but failed with devastating effects on the whole nation. And thus the need to look back at his own life. And the question - if an artist is just giving out as his or her message what is the spirit of people at the time, how much he or she can be blamed for leading them?
The other themes I am too lazy to discuss.
February 20, 2020
Perskai?iau, labai gera knyga, tre?ias mano Ishiguro. Kaip ra?? Renata, jis artimesnis "Dienos liku?iams", o ne "Neleisk man i?eiti" - ne veltui para?ytas 1986, dar net prie? liku?ius - ir tai gerai, sci-fi temos, man atrodo, jam netinka. (+ Smalsu bus paskaityti "Buried Giant", kuris chronologi?kai dar v?lesnis nei "Neleisk".)
"Pasaulis" neilgas, skaitosi greitai ir labai maloniai.
?sp¨±dingi dalykai:
1. Pasakotojas ir jo keistas statusas - ne objektyvus, ne skaidrus, gal labiau - neadekvatus aplinkai. Tai senyvas tapytojas, jau i??j?s ? pensij?; pasakoja ir apie savo kasdienyb?, ir truput? apie prisiminimus. Tas padaryta labai, LABAI gra?iai: n?ra dirbtinai paeiliui d?stoma jo gyvenimo istorija (to ir nereikia), atsiminimai netgi n?ra ?pinami ten, kur j? siu?ete akivaizd?iai reikia: pvz, matom, kad buv?s mokinys neken?ia tapytojo ir nenori su juo bendrauti, bet kod?l - pasakotojas nemato reikalo mums pasakoti, ir tik paskui, daug v?liau, papasakoja ka?kokia kita proga. Ka?kurioj ap?valgoj, atsimenu, jis buvo vadinamas nepatikimu pasakotoju - a? gal saky?iau, kad jis kaip ir patikimas, tik neskaidrus, ne neutralus: k? jis pasakoja, kad ma?daug "viskas gerai, a? toks fainas ir taip gerai su visais sutariu", visai ?ia pat pasirodo prie?ingai - jis kelia daug ?tampos aplinkiniams. Ir tai ?sp¨±dinga: da?nai pirmo asmens pasakotojai b¨±na arba nuliniai, ma?daug kaip yra, taip sakau (a la "Petro imperator?), arba protingesni u? tave ir ved?iojantys tave u? nosies (Nabokovo, Calvino pasakotojai, you name it). O ?itas neturi jokio santykio su tavim, tiesiog neadekva?iai vertina tikrov?. Ir tai toks puikus paties ?mogaus charakterizavimas, net nereikia ypating? pastang? ar ?vyki? (nors knygoj j? yra) jo bjaurumui parodyti.
2. Japoni?kumas - a? nelabai k? ?inau apie Japonij? ir jos papro?ius, tai man galima lengvai parduoti bet k? kaip egzotik?, bet ?itas manieringumas, kuris buvo knygoje, - tikrai ?avingas. Pradedant nuo visoki? ritual?, pvz derybos d?l vestuvi?: t?vai ie?ko dukros vestuv?ms tarpininink?, a la pir?li?, paslaug? (si¨±loma mergina - bent jau abiem atvejais knygoje, - o ne vyrai atva?iuoja pas merginas si¨±lytis), paskui vaikino t?vai samdo detektyvus ir renka info apie merginos ?eim? - ar nepriekai?tinga reputacija :D (?ia vis galvojau, kaip gerai, kad pas mus taip n?ra, net initial checko nepraei?iau.....) O tada! Abi ?eimos susirenka ? "miai" - a la ?valgytuves, ka?kur restorane valgo ir kalbasi, ir labai svarbu, kaip ten pasirodai, nes jei apsilopini - dealas nepaeina. Pvz, pasakotojo dukter? visi u?puol? egzaminuoja apie kompozitorius (o jai akivaizd?iai dzin ta muzika):
O paties pasakotojo - kaip jis vertina riau?es mieste.
Ir pats kalbos manieringumas, visai nepasl?pta agresija po mandagyb?mis:
3. Meno ir menininko tema, menininko santykis su politika, menininko k¨±rybos anga?uotumas, santykis tarp mokytojo ir mokinio... - daugyb? tem?, kurios savaime da?nai tampa d?mesio centru (plg Wajdos "Povaizdis", Matuszynskio "Paskutin? ?eima" - filmai, bet apie t? pat?), o ?ia i?nyra tik fone. Bet tas fonas, paskui paai?k?ja, nul?m? ir vis? pasakotojo gyvenim?, ir jo blog? situacij?, i? kurios pasakojama (veiksmas vyksta Japonijoje pokariu, 1949-1950 m., o menininkas ai?kiai per kar? prisidirb?s, nes tap? anga?uotus propagandinius paveikslus - bet t? tik suprantam i? u?uomin?). Negal?jau patik?t, kaip ?ia gra?iai padaryta - be tragedij?, be diding? pasirinkim?, be kaltinim? sistemai, kuri privert? laisv? siel? jai paklusti ir i?duoti savo principus...nope.
4. SPOILER. Labai gra?i ? pavadinim? i?kelta pagrindin? knygos metafora: pl¨±duriuojantis pasaulis - jaunyst? ir t¨±sai:
Driftinimas, estetika ir dramblio kaulo bok?tas - tipo tame turi gyventi menininkas. Ir tada, gr??tant prie meno temos, - pasakotojas pasirenka, kad gyvenime yra svarbesni? dalyk? negu estetika, ir... reikia suprasti, kad tada ir nutinka jo sisteminiai, politiniai feilai, d?l kuri? paskui gyvenime lydi nekokios pasekm?s. Ir gal kitaip ir negal?jo b¨±ti? Man patinka, kaip ?ita knyga neprivilegijuoja n? vieno varianto, ir nors pl¨±duriuojantis pasaulis tur?t? b¨±ti g?ris ir gro?is, neki?a jo kaip ultimate vertyb?s ir saugumo. ?ia dar jaunas pasakotojas ai?kina mokytojui, kod?l prad?jo tapyt kitaip ir socialiai anga?uotai (ir mokytojas d?l to j? i?spiria i? savo globos):
Gra?us u?augimo pasakojimas - apie tai, kaip pasirenki i?eiti i? globos ir kad tai rei?kia apsisprendimus, savo kelio ie?kojim?, kuris galiausiai gali nuvesti ?¨±dkeliais. Ir da?nai ir nuveda. Ir tokia neidealizuota ?inut?, man atrodo, daro knyg? ypa? verting?. (ir kaip gerai, kad negyvenu Japonijoj)
"Pasaulis" neilgas, skaitosi greitai ir labai maloniai.
?sp¨±dingi dalykai:
1. Pasakotojas ir jo keistas statusas - ne objektyvus, ne skaidrus, gal labiau - neadekvatus aplinkai. Tai senyvas tapytojas, jau i??j?s ? pensij?; pasakoja ir apie savo kasdienyb?, ir truput? apie prisiminimus. Tas padaryta labai, LABAI gra?iai: n?ra dirbtinai paeiliui d?stoma jo gyvenimo istorija (to ir nereikia), atsiminimai netgi n?ra ?pinami ten, kur j? siu?ete akivaizd?iai reikia: pvz, matom, kad buv?s mokinys neken?ia tapytojo ir nenori su juo bendrauti, bet kod?l - pasakotojas nemato reikalo mums pasakoti, ir tik paskui, daug v?liau, papasakoja ka?kokia kita proga. Ka?kurioj ap?valgoj, atsimenu, jis buvo vadinamas nepatikimu pasakotoju - a? gal saky?iau, kad jis kaip ir patikimas, tik neskaidrus, ne neutralus: k? jis pasakoja, kad ma?daug "viskas gerai, a? toks fainas ir taip gerai su visais sutariu", visai ?ia pat pasirodo prie?ingai - jis kelia daug ?tampos aplinkiniams. Ir tai ?sp¨±dinga: da?nai pirmo asmens pasakotojai b¨±na arba nuliniai, ma?daug kaip yra, taip sakau (a la "Petro imperator?), arba protingesni u? tave ir ved?iojantys tave u? nosies (Nabokovo, Calvino pasakotojai, you name it). O ?itas neturi jokio santykio su tavim, tiesiog neadekva?iai vertina tikrov?. Ir tai toks puikus paties ?mogaus charakterizavimas, net nereikia ypating? pastang? ar ?vyki? (nors knygoj j? yra) jo bjaurumui parodyti.
2. Japoni?kumas - a? nelabai k? ?inau apie Japonij? ir jos papro?ius, tai man galima lengvai parduoti bet k? kaip egzotik?, bet ?itas manieringumas, kuris buvo knygoje, - tikrai ?avingas. Pradedant nuo visoki? ritual?, pvz derybos d?l vestuvi?: t?vai ie?ko dukros vestuv?ms tarpininink?, a la pir?li?, paslaug? (si¨±loma mergina - bent jau abiem atvejais knygoje, - o ne vyrai atva?iuoja pas merginas si¨±lytis), paskui vaikino t?vai samdo detektyvus ir renka info apie merginos ?eim? - ar nepriekai?tinga reputacija :D (?ia vis galvojau, kaip gerai, kad pas mus taip n?ra, net initial checko nepraei?iau.....) O tada! Abi ?eimos susirenka ? "miai" - a la ?valgytuves, ka?kur restorane valgo ir kalbasi, ir labai svarbu, kaip ten pasirodai, nes jei apsilopini - dealas nepaeina. Pvz, pasakotojo dukter? visi u?puol? egzaminuoja apie kompozitorius (o jai akivaizd?iai dzin ta muzika):
...Bet galb¨±t j¨±s ateitum?t man ? pagalb?, panele Noriko. Argi j¨±s nem?gstate Bacho?
- Bacho? - Akimirk? mano dukt? atrod? sutrikusi. Paskui nusi?ypsojo ir pasak?: - Taip, i? ties?. Labai m?gstu.
- A-a, pergalingai pasak? Taro [?ia b¨±simas jaunikis], - mamai dabar teks ?? t? perm?styti.
- Mano s¨±nus niekus tau?kia, panele Noriko. A? niekada nekritikavau Bacho k¨±rybos apskritai. Ta?iau sakykit, argi ?openas ne i?kalbingesnis, jei kalb?sime apie fortepijon??
- I? ties?, - atsak? Noriko.
Tokie sausi atsakymai puikiai iliustruoja, kaip ji pasirod? per pirm?j? vakaro dal?. (p. 125)
O paties pasakotojo - kaip jis vertina riau?es mieste.
Ir pats kalbos manieringumas, visai nepasl?pta agresija po mandagyb?mis:
- Tai, sp?ju, t?velis ir apie savo tapyb? visuomet b¨±davo teisus.
- Noriko, ?is pokalbis beprasmis. Be to, jeigu tau nepatinka, k? padariau sode, labai pra?om eiti ir patvarkyti, kaip nor?tum, kad b¨±t?.
- T?velis labai malonus. Bet kada gi man si¨±lote tuo u?siimti? A? neturiu visos laisvos dienos, kaip t?velis kad turi.
- K? tu turi galvoje, Noriko? A? vis? dien? buvau u?si?m?s. [...] Betgi ?itas pokalbis beprasmis. Tavo mama bent nusi?nek?davo taip, kad mudu abu gal?davom i? to pasijuokti. (p. 114)
Popietei baigiantis nusprend?iau, kad b¨±t? i?mintinga kiek praskaidrinti Noriko nuotaik?, ir b¨±tent i? ?i? paskat?, jai einant pro valgom?j?, kur s?d?jau ir skai?iau, ta?iau:
- Ne?tik?tina, Noriko, kaip tu gali vis? dien? praleisti vien gra?indamasi. Galima b¨±t? pamanyti, ?ia jau pa?ios vestuv?s.
- O t?veliui labai b¨±dinga ?aipytis, bet paskui pa?iam neb¨±ti tinkamai susiruo?us, - atkirto ji.
- A? ilgai netruksiu susiruo?ti, - atsakiau juokdamasis. - Galvoje netelpa, kad tu tam skiri i?tis? dien?. (p. 121)
Mano lai?ko tonas buvo draugi?kas ir taikingas, taigi nusivyliau po keli? dien? sulauk?s ?alto ir ??eid?iamai trumpo atsakymo:
"Neturiu pagrindo manyti, kad i? m¨±s? susitikimo gal?tume tik?tis kokios vertingos i?eigos, - ra?? mano buv?s mokinys. - D?koju u? an? dien? j¨±s? apsilankymu parodyt? mandagum?, bet nesijau?iu galintis ir toliau trukdyti jus, versdamas atlikti toki? pareig?." (p. 120-121)
3. Meno ir menininko tema, menininko santykis su politika, menininko k¨±rybos anga?uotumas, santykis tarp mokytojo ir mokinio... - daugyb? tem?, kurios savaime da?nai tampa d?mesio centru (plg Wajdos "Povaizdis", Matuszynskio "Paskutin? ?eima" - filmai, bet apie t? pat?), o ?ia i?nyra tik fone. Bet tas fonas, paskui paai?k?ja, nul?m? ir vis? pasakotojo gyvenim?, ir jo blog? situacij?, i? kurios pasakojama (veiksmas vyksta Japonijoje pokariu, 1949-1950 m., o menininkas ai?kiai per kar? prisidirb?s, nes tap? anga?uotus propagandinius paveikslus - bet t? tik suprantam i? u?uomin?). Negal?jau patik?t, kaip ?ia gra?iai padaryta - be tragedij?, be diding? pasirinkim?, be kaltinim? sistemai, kuri privert? laisv? siel? jai paklusti ir i?duoti savo principus...nope.
4. SPOILER. Labai gra?i ? pavadinim? i?kelta pagrindin? knygos metafora: pl¨±duriuojantis pasaulis - jaunyst? ir t¨±sai:
Geriausi dalykai, visada sakydavo jis, susideda i? nakties ir pranyksta rytui i?au?us. Tai, k? ?mon?s vadina pl¨±duriuojan?iu pasauliu, Ono, D?isaburo mok?jo vertinti. (p. 156)
Kai ruo?iau tuos rai?inius, buvau labai jaunas. ?tariu, kad nesugeb?jau i?auk?tinti pl¨±duriuojan?io pasaulio d?l to, kad pats negal?jau prisiversti ?tik?ti jo verte. Jauni vyrai da?nai jau?ia kalt? d?l malonumo, ir tikriausiai a? pats nebuvau kitoks. Sp?ju, tada maniau, kad leisti laik? tokiose vietose, ?vaistyti savo sugeb?jimus auk?tinant tokius neap?iuopiamus ir netvarius dalykus - laiko ?vaistymas, kad tai veikiau pagedimas. Sunku ?vertinti pasaulio gro??, kai abejoji pa?iu jo patikimumu. (p. 157)
Driftinimas, estetika ir dramblio kaulo bok?tas - tipo tame turi gyventi menininkas. Ir tada, gr??tant prie meno temos, - pasakotojas pasirenka, kad gyvenime yra svarbesni? dalyk? negu estetika, ir... reikia suprasti, kad tada ir nutinka jo sisteminiai, politiniai feilai, d?l kuri? paskui gyvenime lydi nekokios pasekm?s. Ir gal kitaip ir negal?jo b¨±ti? Man patinka, kaip ?ita knyga neprivilegijuoja n? vieno varianto, ir nors pl¨±duriuojantis pasaulis tur?t? b¨±ti g?ris ir gro?is, neki?a jo kaip ultimate vertyb?s ir saugumo. ?ia dar jaunas pasakotojas ai?kina mokytojui, kod?l prad?jo tapyt kitaip ir socialiai anga?uotai (ir mokytojas d?l to j? i?spiria i? savo globos):
-Per pastaruosius metus a? labai daug ko i?mokau. Daug ko pasis?miau, kontempliuodamas malonum? pasaul? ir vertindamas jo trap? gro??. Bet dabar jau?iu, kad at?jo metas man pereiti prie kit? dalyk?. Sensei, a? ?sitikin?s, kad tokiais neramiais laikais kaip ?ie menininkai privalo i?mokti vertinti kai k? labiau ap?iuopiama negu tie malon¨±s dalykai, pranykstantys rytui i?au?us. Menininkams neb¨±tina visuomet gyventi dekadenti?kame ir u?darame pasaulyje. S??in? man sako, Sensei, kad negaliu am?inai likti pl¨±duriuojan?io pasaulio menininku. (p. 188)
Gra?us u?augimo pasakojimas - apie tai, kaip pasirenki i?eiti i? globos ir kad tai rei?kia apsisprendimus, savo kelio ie?kojim?, kuris galiausiai gali nuvesti ?¨±dkeliais. Ir da?nai ir nuveda. Ir tokia neidealizuota ?inut?, man atrodo, daro knyg? ypa? verting?. (ir kaip gerai, kad negyvenu Japonijoj)
November 14, 2021
THE GREAT COMPLETIST CHALLENGE: In which I revisit older authors and attempt to read every book they ever wrote
Currently? ?in? ?the? ?challenge:? ?Isaac? ?Asimov's? ?Robot/Empire/Foundation? |? ?Margaret? Atwood? |? ?JG? ?Ballard? |? Clive? ?Barker? |? Christopher? Buckley? |? ?Jim Butcher's Dresden Files | ?Lee Child's Jack Reacher | ?Philip? ?K? ?Dick? |? ?Ian Fleming | William? ?Gibson? |? ?Michel? Houellebecq? |? John? ?Irving? |? ?Kazuo? ?Ishiguro? |? Shirley? Jackson? | ?John? ?Le? ?Carre? |? Bernard? ?Malamud? |? Cormac McCarthy | China? ?Mieville? |? Toni Morrison | ?VS? Naipaul? |? Chuck? ?Palahniuk? |? ?Tim? ?Powers? |? ?Terry? ?Pratchett's? ?Discworld? |? Philip? ?Roth? |? Neal? Stephenson? |? ?Jim? ?Thompson? |? John? ?Updike? |? Kurt? ?Vonnegut? |? Jeanette Winterson | PG? ?Wodehouse? ?
Now that I've read what is arguably Nobel-winner Kazuo Ishiguro's most famous novel, 1989's The Remains of the Day, it was fascinating to go back and read the book he wrote right before it, 1986's An Artist of the Floating World, because at their hearts they're both about the same thing -- namely, milquetoast everyman characters living through the events of World War Two in the 1940s, who both unthinkingly adopted attitudes about the war that they naively thought made them good citizens, but only afterwards realized made them one of the millions that allowed for monstrous fascism to run unchecked in their countries at the time (in the case of Remains, in pre-war Britain, where a butler is forced to reconcile his experiences of working for a blue-blood lord who was a gleeful Nazi appeaser before the war officially began, and who thought it would be a great idea for the UK to ship all their Jews off to concentration camps too).
The big difference here, though, is that the protagonist of Floating World is Japanese, a respected fine-art painter before the war who happily commits himself to propaganda posters during the conflict, then must learn how to live with his actions in a post-war world of Western influence, where the generation after him embrace cowboy movies and Coca-Cola, and bitterly blame him and his peers for causing the near-destruction of their nation to begin with. But the book is about more than that, too, alluded to by the novel's title; for "the floating world" refers not just to the that our anti-villain Ono embraced before the war (just to then controversially dump it in favor of the of war propaganda), but also as a slang term for the "red-light districts" that were a regular part of most cities in pre-war Europe and Asia, a sort of perpetual-twilight dreamland of drugs and sex where Ono and his friends spent their time before the war, drinking and arguing philosophy inside a bar that eventually became famous because of their association.
That makes this book the usual bag of Ishiguro tricks like his others, as he very slyly examines subjects like groupthink, morality, loyalty and family, precisely by sliding up to the topics sideways before you've even had a chance to notice; but in other ways this makes the book very different than his most famous titles, in that this is also a very specific look at Japanese customs and rituals, from the strict mentor/apprentice approach to the arts that had an ironclad lock on their society's arts all the way into the 1960s, to the frustrations of a younger generation trying to corral their parents' wayward opinions within a society where it was still a deep taboo to raise one's voice in argument against an elder. After all, Ishiguro is famously a Japanese immigrant who has lived in England all his life, and it's my understanding that several of his first books are set in an Asia he only knew theoretically; he seems to have gotten that out of his system early in his career, in that all his later novels are thoroughly Western in approach and setting, but it still makes these early books fascinating to read and ponder.
Although I can state with authority that I liked The Remains of the Day better -- Ishiguro simply handles the subject with more finesse and subtlety in that particular book, and sets it in an environment that Westerners are much more familiar with, making the subversion of its subject matter even more powerful -- anyone who is a fan of that book is strongly encouraged to read this unofficial companion volume too, a one-two punch that collectively is one of the most devastating looks at the rise of 20th century fascism ever written. Next up: 1995's The Unconsoled, which I've been warned is a sprawling, linguistically dense 500-page headscratcher that received almost all negative reviews when first published, but that has since been reappraised as one of the best British novels of the late 20th century. Should be interesting!
Kazuo Ishiguro books being reviewed in this series: A Pale View of the Hills (1982) | An Artist of the Floating World (1986) | The Remains of the Day (1989) | The Unconsoled (1995) | When We Were Orphans (2000) | Never Let Me Go (2005) | The Buried Giant (2015) | Klara and the Sun (2021)
Currently? ?in? ?the? ?challenge:? ?Isaac? ?Asimov's? ?Robot/Empire/Foundation? |? ?Margaret? Atwood? |? ?JG? ?Ballard? |? Clive? ?Barker? |? Christopher? Buckley? |? ?Jim Butcher's Dresden Files | ?Lee Child's Jack Reacher | ?Philip? ?K? ?Dick? |? ?Ian Fleming | William? ?Gibson? |? ?Michel? Houellebecq? |? John? ?Irving? |? ?Kazuo? ?Ishiguro? |? Shirley? Jackson? | ?John? ?Le? ?Carre? |? Bernard? ?Malamud? |? Cormac McCarthy | China? ?Mieville? |? Toni Morrison | ?VS? Naipaul? |? Chuck? ?Palahniuk? |? ?Tim? ?Powers? |? ?Terry? ?Pratchett's? ?Discworld? |? Philip? ?Roth? |? Neal? Stephenson? |? ?Jim? ?Thompson? |? John? ?Updike? |? Kurt? ?Vonnegut? |? Jeanette Winterson | PG? ?Wodehouse? ?
Now that I've read what is arguably Nobel-winner Kazuo Ishiguro's most famous novel, 1989's The Remains of the Day, it was fascinating to go back and read the book he wrote right before it, 1986's An Artist of the Floating World, because at their hearts they're both about the same thing -- namely, milquetoast everyman characters living through the events of World War Two in the 1940s, who both unthinkingly adopted attitudes about the war that they naively thought made them good citizens, but only afterwards realized made them one of the millions that allowed for monstrous fascism to run unchecked in their countries at the time (in the case of Remains, in pre-war Britain, where a butler is forced to reconcile his experiences of working for a blue-blood lord who was a gleeful Nazi appeaser before the war officially began, and who thought it would be a great idea for the UK to ship all their Jews off to concentration camps too).
The big difference here, though, is that the protagonist of Floating World is Japanese, a respected fine-art painter before the war who happily commits himself to propaganda posters during the conflict, then must learn how to live with his actions in a post-war world of Western influence, where the generation after him embrace cowboy movies and Coca-Cola, and bitterly blame him and his peers for causing the near-destruction of their nation to begin with. But the book is about more than that, too, alluded to by the novel's title; for "the floating world" refers not just to the that our anti-villain Ono embraced before the war (just to then controversially dump it in favor of the of war propaganda), but also as a slang term for the "red-light districts" that were a regular part of most cities in pre-war Europe and Asia, a sort of perpetual-twilight dreamland of drugs and sex where Ono and his friends spent their time before the war, drinking and arguing philosophy inside a bar that eventually became famous because of their association.
That makes this book the usual bag of Ishiguro tricks like his others, as he very slyly examines subjects like groupthink, morality, loyalty and family, precisely by sliding up to the topics sideways before you've even had a chance to notice; but in other ways this makes the book very different than his most famous titles, in that this is also a very specific look at Japanese customs and rituals, from the strict mentor/apprentice approach to the arts that had an ironclad lock on their society's arts all the way into the 1960s, to the frustrations of a younger generation trying to corral their parents' wayward opinions within a society where it was still a deep taboo to raise one's voice in argument against an elder. After all, Ishiguro is famously a Japanese immigrant who has lived in England all his life, and it's my understanding that several of his first books are set in an Asia he only knew theoretically; he seems to have gotten that out of his system early in his career, in that all his later novels are thoroughly Western in approach and setting, but it still makes these early books fascinating to read and ponder.
Although I can state with authority that I liked The Remains of the Day better -- Ishiguro simply handles the subject with more finesse and subtlety in that particular book, and sets it in an environment that Westerners are much more familiar with, making the subversion of its subject matter even more powerful -- anyone who is a fan of that book is strongly encouraged to read this unofficial companion volume too, a one-two punch that collectively is one of the most devastating looks at the rise of 20th century fascism ever written. Next up: 1995's The Unconsoled, which I've been warned is a sprawling, linguistically dense 500-page headscratcher that received almost all negative reviews when first published, but that has since been reappraised as one of the best British novels of the late 20th century. Should be interesting!
Kazuo Ishiguro books being reviewed in this series: A Pale View of the Hills (1982) | An Artist of the Floating World (1986) | The Remains of the Day (1989) | The Unconsoled (1995) | When We Were Orphans (2000) | Never Let Me Go (2005) | The Buried Giant (2015) | Klara and the Sun (2021)
January 26, 2009
After reading Never Let Me Go, I swore that I would read more of Ishiguro's work. It was fate that I ran across An Artist of the Floating World at my Library. The novel isn't a particularly long one - coming in at a mere 206 pages. It was a breeze to get through.
I'm noticing that with Ishiguro's narrators so far, the tone is very conversational. Throughout this book, the protagonist Masuji Ono, a retired artist, speaks intimately to the reader
Throughout the book, Masuji Ono, the protagonist, speaks to the reader directly. Much like in real conversations, there are tangents and complete changes of topic.Masuji, a retired artist, often finds himself wanting to describe what happened with one of his daughters , but somehow takes us back to his days of art apprenticeship and the trials Japan faced during WWII. The conversational tone added to how quickly the book passed, for me,because the stories were very interesting and it felt odd to have to put the book down during his conversational recollection.
I don't really know how to tell you what the book is about. Masuju is trying to make sure his second daughter is able to marry. In Japan, there is a process prior to the marriage where both families investigate one another to make sure that they are pleased with the history of the family. They go as far as to hire investigators for this process.Masuji is particularly worried for his daughter because the year before, the suitor's family backed out of the marriage without any good reason. His daughters hint that this may be because ofMasuji's past.
The book is very slow to reveal what it is that could potentially be spoiling his daughter's chances at marriage - but the journey that leads you there is an altogether interesting one.Masuji's opinions, which he heavily showcased in his paintings during WWII, are no longer held by society. They are in fact looked down upon by society. In Japan, people fault you for your past.
I enjoyed the parts of the book that directly related to his art. The stories of his daughters were secondary. As a young child, he enjoyed painting and knew he would not take on the family business like his father wanted. I felt sympathetic to Masuji's character. I'm very familiar with what it is like to have your career belittled by others. The form of training that was offered in Japan for aspiring artists at that time is so interesting to me. When I was younger, I attended an art school over the summer where we were encouraged to create our unique style. In Japan, you gained respect by mimicking the style of an already famous artist.
This novel has a very under-stated message. It speaks of misunderstandings and the changing views of a society. Masuji Ono, represents the "older" generation of Japan, the old views of how things are. His daughter's husbands represent the new generation, the generation of "change" which misunderstands the past. This short novel is able to give you a snapshot of post-war Japan in all its melancholy state through the eyes of a jaded retired artist.
I'm noticing that with Ishiguro's narrators so far, the tone is very conversational. Throughout this book, the protagonist Masuji Ono, a retired artist, speaks intimately to the reader
Throughout the book, Masuji Ono, the protagonist, speaks to the reader directly. Much like in real conversations, there are tangents and complete changes of topic.Masuji, a retired artist, often finds himself wanting to describe what happened with one of his daughters , but somehow takes us back to his days of art apprenticeship and the trials Japan faced during WWII. The conversational tone added to how quickly the book passed, for me,because the stories were very interesting and it felt odd to have to put the book down during his conversational recollection.
I don't really know how to tell you what the book is about. Masuju is trying to make sure his second daughter is able to marry. In Japan, there is a process prior to the marriage where both families investigate one another to make sure that they are pleased with the history of the family. They go as far as to hire investigators for this process.Masuji is particularly worried for his daughter because the year before, the suitor's family backed out of the marriage without any good reason. His daughters hint that this may be because ofMasuji's past.
The book is very slow to reveal what it is that could potentially be spoiling his daughter's chances at marriage - but the journey that leads you there is an altogether interesting one.Masuji's opinions, which he heavily showcased in his paintings during WWII, are no longer held by society. They are in fact looked down upon by society. In Japan, people fault you for your past.
I enjoyed the parts of the book that directly related to his art. The stories of his daughters were secondary. As a young child, he enjoyed painting and knew he would not take on the family business like his father wanted. I felt sympathetic to Masuji's character. I'm very familiar with what it is like to have your career belittled by others. The form of training that was offered in Japan for aspiring artists at that time is so interesting to me. When I was younger, I attended an art school over the summer where we were encouraged to create our unique style. In Japan, you gained respect by mimicking the style of an already famous artist.
This novel has a very under-stated message. It speaks of misunderstandings and the changing views of a society. Masuji Ono, represents the "older" generation of Japan, the old views of how things are. His daughter's husbands represent the new generation, the generation of "change" which misunderstands the past. This short novel is able to give you a snapshot of post-war Japan in all its melancholy state through the eyes of a jaded retired artist.
April 7, 2021
- L'effimero mutare dei tempi -
L'inglese Ishiguro (Nobel per la Letteratura 2017) ritorna letterariamente al Giappone, suo Paese d'origine, con questo breve romanzo bellissimo, ambientato negli anni del dopoguerra, con uno stile degno della grande letteratura.
Bench¨¦ solo trentenne al momento della stesura, egli riesce mirabilmente a calarsi nei panni dell'anziano pittore protagonista, celebrit¨¤ negli anni '30 quando ammirava le opere "d'inflessibile lealt¨¤ a Sua Maest¨¤ l'Imperatore".
Ora, nel Giappone sconfitto e americanizzato, i suoi dipinti "per il momento sono riposti altrove". E' per lui un momento di disgrazia.
Persino in famiglia si ¨¨ insinuato il sospetto : il genero ne prende le distanze, e afferma che in guerra "giovani coraggiosi sono morti per cause stupide, e i veri colpevoli sono ancora con noi" ; il nipotino viene addirittura incoraggiato a identificarsi coi modelli americani: coltiva il mito dei cowboy.
Quando il nostro artista, nel progettare il matrimonio della figlia minore, capta il disagio d'imparentarsi con lui, vive un momento di profonda consapevolezza : "Vi sono un'indubbia soddisfazione e un'indubbia dignit¨¤ nel riuscire a raggiungere un compromesso con gli errori compiuti nella propria vita. Comunque non sono una grande vergogna gli errori compiuti in perfetta buona fede. Certo ¨¨ molto pi¨´ vergognoso non potere o non volere riconoscerli".
Ishiguro, da grande scrittore, lascia filtrare quello spiraglio di serenit¨¤ che la saggezza, non solo orientale, ama realisticamente concedere.
L'inglese Ishiguro (Nobel per la Letteratura 2017) ritorna letterariamente al Giappone, suo Paese d'origine, con questo breve romanzo bellissimo, ambientato negli anni del dopoguerra, con uno stile degno della grande letteratura.
Bench¨¦ solo trentenne al momento della stesura, egli riesce mirabilmente a calarsi nei panni dell'anziano pittore protagonista, celebrit¨¤ negli anni '30 quando ammirava le opere "d'inflessibile lealt¨¤ a Sua Maest¨¤ l'Imperatore".
Ora, nel Giappone sconfitto e americanizzato, i suoi dipinti "per il momento sono riposti altrove". E' per lui un momento di disgrazia.
Persino in famiglia si ¨¨ insinuato il sospetto : il genero ne prende le distanze, e afferma che in guerra "giovani coraggiosi sono morti per cause stupide, e i veri colpevoli sono ancora con noi" ; il nipotino viene addirittura incoraggiato a identificarsi coi modelli americani: coltiva il mito dei cowboy.
Quando il nostro artista, nel progettare il matrimonio della figlia minore, capta il disagio d'imparentarsi con lui, vive un momento di profonda consapevolezza : "Vi sono un'indubbia soddisfazione e un'indubbia dignit¨¤ nel riuscire a raggiungere un compromesso con gli errori compiuti nella propria vita. Comunque non sono una grande vergogna gli errori compiuti in perfetta buona fede. Certo ¨¨ molto pi¨´ vergognoso non potere o non volere riconoscerli".
Ishiguro, da grande scrittore, lascia filtrare quello spiraglio di serenit¨¤ che la saggezza, non solo orientale, ama realisticamente concedere.
January 25, 2018
An Artist of the Floating World has much the same flavor to it that Remains of the Day possesses. It is a first person narrative from a narrator who is obvious in his inability to be impartial or reliable. As we try to piece together the truth of this man and his life, there is a heaviness of spirit that emerges, a sense of failure that is misunderstood, and a sense that Ono, the narrator, not only misunderstands himself but also those around him.
Like much of Ishiguro¡¯²õ work, this book leaves you at the end with a lot of questions you feel you must not only ask, but answer. Is it better to have acted upon your convictions and been wrong than to have done nothing at all? Are we ever as important to the world as we believe we are? When does conviction become narrow-mindedness? Are we ever right to impose our views upon others, and what price is fair for making a mistake that can be literally seen as the mistake of an entire society? And, I suppose I would add one more: Can we ever remember the past as it actually was, or must be always alter it somewhat to make the memory survivable?
Another question that I have pondered over my life is that of what makes an artist or a piece of art great? If it is declared to be great, can it then be less simply because fashions have changed, times have changed, or the subject matter becomes less palatable. I have wondered about this in regards to literature as well as painting. Sometimes it seems so arbitrary. For instance, there were paintings that were done by a student of a master (I believe it was Rembrandt, but don¡¯t hold me to that). At any rate, they were mistaken to be the major artists¡¯ works and declared to be masterpieces and worth millions. It was then discovered that although they were painted in the same time, they were not his work. Immediately they became second-rate and worth much less. How can this be so? If they were masterfully done, are they not still masterfully done? Are they of less value because the painter is no longer a well-recognized name or figure?
The imagery in the novel is striking. There are many scenes where the description amounts to a visual painting:
Beneath his umbrella, he was hatless and dressed in a dark raincoat. The charred buildings behind him were dripping and the remnant of some gutter was making a large amount of rainwater splash down not far from him. I remember a truck going by between us, full of building workers. And I noticed how one of the spokes of his umbrella was broken, causing some more splashing just beside his foot.
If I could paint, I would paint this man, for I can see him and I can see how broken he is and how all of his physical environment echoes his loneliness and sorrow.
In a world that is changing, that has already changed, post-war Japan, Mr. Ono is a fish out of water, a man who cannot reconcile his version of his life or his country with the version that is presented to him by his children or his society. He struggles to see why his masterpiece is now a forgery, or at the least a mistake. And, Ishiguro captures his struggle perfectly.
The best things, he always used to say, are put together of a night and vanish with the morning. What people call the floating world, Ono, was a world Gisaburo knew how to value.
Perhaps all things are temporary, fleeting, gone in an instant, and perhaps the only success or victory in life is to be able to see them momentarily and appreciate their value.
Like much of Ishiguro¡¯²õ work, this book leaves you at the end with a lot of questions you feel you must not only ask, but answer. Is it better to have acted upon your convictions and been wrong than to have done nothing at all? Are we ever as important to the world as we believe we are? When does conviction become narrow-mindedness? Are we ever right to impose our views upon others, and what price is fair for making a mistake that can be literally seen as the mistake of an entire society? And, I suppose I would add one more: Can we ever remember the past as it actually was, or must be always alter it somewhat to make the memory survivable?
Another question that I have pondered over my life is that of what makes an artist or a piece of art great? If it is declared to be great, can it then be less simply because fashions have changed, times have changed, or the subject matter becomes less palatable. I have wondered about this in regards to literature as well as painting. Sometimes it seems so arbitrary. For instance, there were paintings that were done by a student of a master (I believe it was Rembrandt, but don¡¯t hold me to that). At any rate, they were mistaken to be the major artists¡¯ works and declared to be masterpieces and worth millions. It was then discovered that although they were painted in the same time, they were not his work. Immediately they became second-rate and worth much less. How can this be so? If they were masterfully done, are they not still masterfully done? Are they of less value because the painter is no longer a well-recognized name or figure?
The imagery in the novel is striking. There are many scenes where the description amounts to a visual painting:
Beneath his umbrella, he was hatless and dressed in a dark raincoat. The charred buildings behind him were dripping and the remnant of some gutter was making a large amount of rainwater splash down not far from him. I remember a truck going by between us, full of building workers. And I noticed how one of the spokes of his umbrella was broken, causing some more splashing just beside his foot.
If I could paint, I would paint this man, for I can see him and I can see how broken he is and how all of his physical environment echoes his loneliness and sorrow.
In a world that is changing, that has already changed, post-war Japan, Mr. Ono is a fish out of water, a man who cannot reconcile his version of his life or his country with the version that is presented to him by his children or his society. He struggles to see why his masterpiece is now a forgery, or at the least a mistake. And, Ishiguro captures his struggle perfectly.
The best things, he always used to say, are put together of a night and vanish with the morning. What people call the floating world, Ono, was a world Gisaburo knew how to value.
Perhaps all things are temporary, fleeting, gone in an instant, and perhaps the only success or victory in life is to be able to see them momentarily and appreciate their value.
July 21, 2008
Steady, measured, gentle, sure-handed, slightly seductive.
Ishiguro's narrator is fooling himself for sure throughout his tale, but you almost believe him.
Some wonderfully graceful pacing, with the situations and pages melting into one another, which as one reviewer here remarked, makes a "floating world" all its own.
It sort of reminds me of the thing said about Flaubert's "Sentimental Education"- the main theme is largely heard in the background. For Flaubert it was revolutionary upheaval in mid 19th Century France, shuddering the class distinctions and ever so gently rattling the cages of the bourgeoise.
Brilliant trick, that.
Ishiguro's up the same kind of thing here, though I gotta say he doesn't quite pull it off as well.
the narrator's spent some time polishing the bronze of the powers that be in ww2 Japan, living in a sensual, apathetic 'floating world', and now he's come out it (somewhat) to face the fact that his life has been a sort of lie.
He is trying to get over his predjuces and outmoded ways of thinking but he seems pretty much to stay where he is, physchically, though he mentally registers that he's been wrong.
What I'm sort of getting at here is that the political and aesthetic sins of his generation (the narrator's, that is) are only really mentioned briefly, so subtly that they almost don't register. They don't touch the present actions, except as a moral lesson in memory.
He pretty much just watches bemused and uncomprehending at his nephew, who is one of the more lively and skillfully drawn minor characters I've seen in a long time. Ono doesn't seem to have had to pay for very much of his errors in judgement, which sounds harsh but ruins some of the dramatic impact.
Ishiguro seems to to be saying that an artist (even a nominally apolitical one) can't take a passive attitude to his culture and his times. He doesn't have the luxury of being a pure aesthete. In order to mature and have ethical integrity he's got to address of the moral complexities of his generation. He needs to make sure he's not the side of the executioners, to paraphrase Camus.
Point well taken. And it's decently executed, but the character doesn't seem (and his world even less so, though there's the beautiful set piece of the falling leaves) haunted enough by the glare of fascism to really drive the point home. It's too mild on this issue, which is a bit of a shame because its mildness is also its blessing.
Mostly very good, just read it for the set pieces and the characterization and the smooth, almost gliding quality of this very small but quite worthwhile story.
I'm definitely curious about Ishiguro's other work, having loved the movie of "The Remains Of The Day" and heard all the highfalutin' praises of "Never Let Me Go", which apparently everybody in the friggin' world thinks is timeless genius.
We'll see...as for now, I've got my hopes up.
Ishiguro's narrator is fooling himself for sure throughout his tale, but you almost believe him.
Some wonderfully graceful pacing, with the situations and pages melting into one another, which as one reviewer here remarked, makes a "floating world" all its own.
It sort of reminds me of the thing said about Flaubert's "Sentimental Education"- the main theme is largely heard in the background. For Flaubert it was revolutionary upheaval in mid 19th Century France, shuddering the class distinctions and ever so gently rattling the cages of the bourgeoise.
Brilliant trick, that.
Ishiguro's up the same kind of thing here, though I gotta say he doesn't quite pull it off as well.
the narrator's spent some time polishing the bronze of the powers that be in ww2 Japan, living in a sensual, apathetic 'floating world', and now he's come out it (somewhat) to face the fact that his life has been a sort of lie.
He is trying to get over his predjuces and outmoded ways of thinking but he seems pretty much to stay where he is, physchically, though he mentally registers that he's been wrong.
What I'm sort of getting at here is that the political and aesthetic sins of his generation (the narrator's, that is) are only really mentioned briefly, so subtly that they almost don't register. They don't touch the present actions, except as a moral lesson in memory.
He pretty much just watches bemused and uncomprehending at his nephew, who is one of the more lively and skillfully drawn minor characters I've seen in a long time. Ono doesn't seem to have had to pay for very much of his errors in judgement, which sounds harsh but ruins some of the dramatic impact.
Ishiguro seems to to be saying that an artist (even a nominally apolitical one) can't take a passive attitude to his culture and his times. He doesn't have the luxury of being a pure aesthete. In order to mature and have ethical integrity he's got to address of the moral complexities of his generation. He needs to make sure he's not the side of the executioners, to paraphrase Camus.
Point well taken. And it's decently executed, but the character doesn't seem (and his world even less so, though there's the beautiful set piece of the falling leaves) haunted enough by the glare of fascism to really drive the point home. It's too mild on this issue, which is a bit of a shame because its mildness is also its blessing.
Mostly very good, just read it for the set pieces and the characterization and the smooth, almost gliding quality of this very small but quite worthwhile story.
I'm definitely curious about Ishiguro's other work, having loved the movie of "The Remains Of The Day" and heard all the highfalutin' praises of "Never Let Me Go", which apparently everybody in the friggin' world thinks is timeless genius.
We'll see...as for now, I've got my hopes up.
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