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A JAPANESE LESSON IN IDLENESS

A CUP OF SAKE BENEATH THE CHERRY TREES by Kenkō (Translated by Meredith McKinney)
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Yoshida Kenkō at work – just to prove that he didn’t just sit around all day doing nothing!

Kenkō was a Japanese Buddhist monk who was probably born in 1283 and probably died in 1352 (nobody knows for sure).

This pocket-sized book is one of eighty 80p  ‘Little Black Classics’ and is a much reduced version of his Essays In Idleness.

Despite its 14th century provenance it has a remarkably contemporary application. It illustrates that the vanity of human wishes change little from century to century or from country to country. Continue reading

John Lennon claimed to have no idea why he called his song Norwegian Wood, but it is not hard to see why Haruki Murakami chose it as the title of his novel (now also a movie).
The ambiguities of the sexual encounter represented in the song illustrate how intimate relationships can often end up as power games where it is not always clear who is in charge.
 “I once had a girl, or should I say, she once had me”  sings Lennon, immediately subverting the convention of the male as the one in control;  significantly, in the end it is the woman who leaves him, not vice versa (“When I awoke, I was alone, this bird had flown”).
Murakami’s characters can mostly be defined by their sexual identity.  At the heart of the novel is the tragedy of a woman, Naoko,  who cannot come to terms with herself as a sexual being. In marked contrast, Nagasawa is a voracious womanizer who picks up girls for one-night stands.
The central character, Toru Watanabe, lies somewhere in between these two characters. He rejects shallow sexual encounters and learns to value trust and openness in his romantic relationships with Naoko, and later, Midori.  “I try to lie as little as possible” he says.
Putting such complex ideas on-screen is a challenging and ultimately impossible task. However,French director  Tran Anh Hung makes a brave attempt and thankfully focuses on the emotional depth of the story. On the official movie  website , he says “I wanted to recreate the raw painfulness of fresh wounds” .
Not  having been to Japan, I found that the movie gave me clear visual framework for the novel. It is helped by the fact that the cinematography of Mark Lee Ping Bin is exceptional. Equally stunning is Jonny Greenwood’s soundtrack which emphasises the underlying melancholy of the story.  The addition of songs by Can is also an inspired move .
Tran Anh Hunghas remains faithful to Murakami’s story although condensing it into a two-hour movie means that some changes are inevitable. There’s no place for “Storm Trooper”Toru’s obsessive dormitory roommate , or  the vivid background story of Reiko Ishida , an inmate of the mountain asylum to which Naoko retreats.
These scenes would distract from the main story  but  cuts of this kind weaken the narrative and illustrate why rich and complex literary novels rarely make for great cinema. Sound and vision are no match for a voice as distinctive as Murakami’s but this movie is about as close as you will get.

JAPAN: NO WORDS

Photograph by Itsuo Inouye

The terrible earthquake and tsunami in Northern Japan is an example of how images speak louder than words.

Blogs seem redundant!

In another context the above photo of cargo containers thrown around by the tsunami in Sendai would have a surreal beauty.

Here it serves only to help us understand the magnitude of disaster.

Haruki Murakami is a writer I recently discovered after a friend gave me a copy of the 2003 novel Kafka On The Shore. I was  impressed by the vivid characters and the immediacy of his style that (in translation at least) is intelligent yet not self consciously literary. His writing has an elegant economy that you find in American writers like F.Scott Fitzgerald and Raymond Carver , both of whom ,not coincidentally, Murakami has translated into Japanese.

To learn more about the man behind the fiction I turned to What I Talk About When I Talk About Running which he wrote between 2005 and 2006. The title is a variant on a short story collection by Carver called ‘What we talk about when we talk about love’.

Murakami describes it as a memoir although the focus is quite a narrow one in that it centres mainly on his twin addictions of long distant running and novel-writing. These two activities are, for him, indelibly linked.  In terms of inner motivation, commitment and self-discipline he says that “writing novels and running full marathons are very much alike”. Both are solitary pursuits which are not done to gain outward approval but rather to satisfy personal needs. He confesses to being obsessive and to enjoying his own company – “I’m the type of person who doesn’t find it painful to be alone” he admits.

Murakami does not suggest that running guarantees you will live longer, but recommends it as a way to maximise  your capacity and ability to make the most of your waking hours. The focus and stamina needed for writing is equivalent to that required for serious running.

He claims not to be competitively minded, yet his running goes well beyond being merely recreational as a means to keeping fit and healthy. He has taken part in over 20 marathons, one ultra-marathon (62 miles in one day!) and numerous triathlons.

His practical insights into what it takes to be a good novelist are both inspiring and daunting. The book is full of valuable tips for budding authors yet gives no illusions that completing a novel is an easy task. He argues that training to be a long distance runner and honing your skills as a novelist demand a “persistent repetition” and means that you must be prepared to continually push yourself to the limits of your potential.

He says that to write a novel you need to maintain a consistent level of discipline for anything up to two years:  “if you concentrate on writing three or four hours a day and feel tired after a week of this, you’re not going to be able to write a long work”.

I was particularly interested to learn that each day he stops writing at the point when he feels he can write more, in the same way that he plans his running programme so that the exhilaration carries over to the next day. The process is infinite : “No matter how much I write I never reach a conclusion”.

This is a book that gives fascinating and honest insights into what drives this great novelist. If you love running, writing or reading you’ll find plenty to inspire you.