More Japanese Stories, Please
My aunt found this the other day when she was cleaning. It's a sakubun my cousin wrote for Japanese school--an essay. My two older cousins and I went to Japanese school on Saturdays growing up (for the record: I slept with my eyes open through most of it). This sakubun is special because it's about me as a baby.
I wish I could read Japanese better. I can just about read the sakubun. I suspect that our grandmother dictated this to my cousin because there's no way that an 8-year-old boy is going to write things like, "My cousin is really cute and I like her very much."
I remember writing sakubuns nearly every week for Japanese school. Sometimes my mom or grandmother would dictate them, other times they would write some of it and I'd copy it down. But for the most part, I remember sakubuns being the only thing I enjoyed doing for Japanese school. My math in any language is terrible, my grasp of Japanese kanji has always been deplorable, and because my grasp on kanji is bad, my reading skills were never particularly great.
And history buff that I am, I don't know much Japanese history. Some of this was lack of interest when I was in Japanese school, some of it is because my mom is not a history buff, and some of it is because American and European history is taught more readily in American school and a heck of a lot more accessible in the U.S. in general.
|My grandfather as a toddler and his grandmother, 1920s|
I know about twentieth century Japan, thanks to my grandparents. I met my great-grandmother when I was 6. She was born in 1904, which is the Meiji Era in Japan, when the Emperor Meiji presided over reforms, Westernization, and industrialization. So, really, having met a relative born in that time period, it doesn't seem that long ago.
Beyond that? I know a little about the Edo period and a bit about Japan isolating itself for two hundred years while they thought up things like ninjas and confusing ways to count different types of objects (seriously. Check it out. It's ridiculous.) I know about Dejima, which was the island in Nagasaki Bay that the Dutch traders were confined to, Commodore Perry and his black ships, and I've heard of the Shimabara Rebellion--these are things that happened in places where my family is from.
Yeah, other than that? I got nothin'.
Last year, I read a book called Yokohama Yankee, a non-fiction book about a mixed German-Japanese family that descended from a Japanese woman and a German merchant who settled in Yokohama in the late 1800s. Until then, I hadn't realized that there was a small community of foreigners and mixed families living in Japan from the Meiji Era.
This summer, I read Kwaidan, a collection of Japanese ghost stories compiled by Lafcadio Hearn, an Irish-Greek man who moved to Japan in the Meiji Era, wrote several books about Japan--some of the first ones written by a Westerner--and married a Japanese woman. I'd heard of him previously though; I remembered his name from some distant cloudy place.
The last three books I read were the Kumashiro Saga by Christina Courtenay. They are The Scarlet Kimono, The Gilded Fan, and The Jade Lioness and they take place in the 1600s in England and Japan. They're historical romance action adventure stories and I loved them. They included: girls dressing as men in order to travel more safely or disguise themselves, daimyos and samurais, the shogun and ninjas, Dejima and the Dutch traders, diverse casts, rollicking adventures, and interracial marriages. Plus, an integration of Japanese culture and attitudes that I found fairly realistic (if a bit modern) that did not make me roll my eyes.
Now I have a hankering to read more Japanese-set historical fiction. Not that geisha book, though.
Or just Japanese history.
Who knows? I might write a story set in the Meiji Era. I mean, it roughly corresponds to the Victorian Era.
Or maybe I'll go see if my mom kept any of my old sakubuns. I wonder what I wrote about.