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Kenzaburo Oe was awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature for creating an imagined world, where life and myth condense to form a disconcerting picture of the human predicament today. In , his recurring protagonist and literary alter-ego returns to his hometown village in search of a red suitcase fabled to hold documents revealing the details of his fathers death during WWII: details that will serve as the foundation for his new, and final, novel. Since his youth, renowned novelist Kogito Choko planned to fictionalize his fathers fatal drowning in order to fully process the loss. Stricken with guilt and regret over his failure to rescue his father, Choko has long been driven to discover why his father was boating on the river in a torrential storm. Though he remembers overhearing his father and a group of soldiers discussing an insurgent scheme to stage a suicide attack on Emperor Mikado, Choko cannot separate his memories from imagination and his family is hesitant to reveal the entire story. When the contents of the trunk turn out to offer little clarity, Choko abandons the novel in creative despair. Floundering as an artist, hes haunted by fear that he may never write his tour de force. But when he collaborates with an avant-garde theater troupe dramatizing his early novels, Kogito is revitalized by revisiting his formative work and he finds the will to continue investigating his fathers demise. Diving into the turbulent depths of legacy and mortality, is an exquisite examination of resurfacing national and personal trauma, and the ways that storytelling can mend political, social, and familial rifts.

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Kenzaburo Oe

Death by Water

PART ONE. The Drowning Novel

Prologue. The Joke

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The year I went off to university in Tokyo, something fateful happened when I returned home to Shikoku for one of the last in a series of traditional Buddhist services for my father. (He had died prematurely, nearly a decade earlier.) For the first time in ages our rambling farmhouse was overflowing with assorted friends and relations, and among the guests was an uncle of mine whose eldest daughter had recently been married to a government official, a graduate of Tokyo Universitys prestigious law school.

So, this uncle said to me, you managed to get into that university. Great news, but whats your major?

When I replied that I was studying literature, he made no attempt to hide his disappointment.

In that case, he said glumly, you probably cant expect to find a decent job after you leave school, can you?

Then my mother, who was usually rather reserved in social situations, came out with a totally unexpected suggestion. Her words threw me into a state of confusion, for until then I had aspired to nothing more ambitious than becoming a French literature scholar.

Well, she said, if he cant find a regular job, then hell most likely become a novelist! This pronouncement was greeted with stunned silence, but the tension was quickly dispelled by my mothers next remark. In fact, she went on, theres more than enough raw material for a novel in the red leather trunk alone! That made everybody laugh.

All the old families in the region (even if they didnt have an illustrious history or any success in business to boast about) had their own unique legends and traditions, which were passed down from generation to generation. Time and again anecdotes that struck people as funny or strange would resurface as perennially popular in-jokes, though they would have been meaningless to visitors from the outside world. The red leather trunk was a small part of my clans proprietary strange and funny lore.

My mothers startling wordsThen hell most likely become a novelist!put down deep, spreading roots inside me, and the fact that my close family members had found that notion so amusing simply added to its power.

During the three years that followed I still didnt have a clear idea of what my chosen path would be, but I did try my hand at writing some short stories. To my surprise, one of those early efforts was published in Tokyo Universitys campus newspaper, and as a result of that success I felt ready to embark on a career as a novelist right out of the gate. In a sense, then, my mothers offhanded quip ended up steering me toward my destiny.

In the tale Im about to relate, my mothers joke will make an encore appearance in a way that is more tragic than comical, but well get to that part of the story in due time.

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For the past several years my wife, Chikashi, has been exchanging occasional greetings with my younger sister, Asa, on my behalf. As a rule, my sister would just leave me an occasional message, so it seemed unusual when she called our house in Tokyo one day and asked specifically to speak to me.

Its been ten years since Mother died, she began, and in accordance with her will well, its really just an assortment of notes she dictated to me, so I dont know whether it would even hold up in court but anyhow, I promised to hand over the red leather trunk to you this year. If we wait till the actual anniversary of her death on December fifth Ill be busy with other obligations, and when summer rolls around I was thinking that instead of heading to Kita-Karuizawa as usual, you might want to come back to Shikoku and pick up the trunk. You havent forgotten about it, have you? I mean, its not as if youre too busy to get away; these days you seem to have all but abandoned your fiction and the only thing youre doing, as far as I can tell, is eking out one column a month for a newspaper.

Thats correct, I said, ignoring the sisterly gibe. And of course I havent forgotten. Mother was worried that if I got hold of the items she kept in the red leather trunk, I might be able to resume work on the novel about Fathers drowning Id started writing ages ago. That was her reason for instituting a ten-year moratorium or was the cooling-off period your idea?

No, that was Mother, all the way. Her eyesight was failing and it was difficult for her to write, but her mind was still as sharp as ever. I think she figured you probably wouldnt outlive her by ten years, since the men in our family arent exactly known for their longevity. Anyhow, Asa went on, when I mentioned Ill be extra busy at the end of the year, its because Ive gotten involved in a drama project with some young people you may have heard that Ive been in touch with Chikashi regarding their use of a number of your early books. Speaking of which, Ive been letting the theater troupe use the Forest House with Chikashis permission, of course and their presence has really breathed new life into the place. Dont worry; theyre very conscientious about always leaving everything in perfect order. But anyhow, as I was saying, if youll be coming down here to take a look at the contents of the red leather trunk, why dont you plan to stick around for a while?

Ah, the red leather trunk and the drowning novel (that was how I always thought of it). After my telephone conversation with Asa I felt an exhilarating resurgence of my enthusiasm for novel writing. While the sun was still high in the sky I withdrew to my study, which also doubled as a bedroom. I drew the curtains, then stretched out on the narrow bed to contemplate this intriguing new development.

When I was a young writer I had been mocked and criticized by people who said things like Because he started writing while he was a college student, this novelist lacks the necessary life experience, and he will probably hit a brick wall before too long. Or maybe hes planning to be like other writers of his generation and try to earn his stripes with a dramatic change in direction, such as becoming a war correspondent or some such. Nonetheless, I never wavered. I knew that when the time was ripe I would write a definitive novel about my father. In the meantime, I told myself, Ill be accumulating the necessary skills.

I imagined sometimes that I would begin to write the tale as I and would then just go with the flow of the narrative, bobbing along on the currents of memory. But, I fretted secretly, what if the novelist himself ended up being sucked into the whirlpool in a single gulp when he was finished telling his story?

The fact is, even back in the days when I hadnt yet read a single serious work of fiction all the way through, I used to see a pivotal scene from the drowning novel in my dreams, night after night. The basis for the recurrent dream was something I actually experienced when I was ten years old. Then, at twenty, I happened upon the phrase death by waterin other words, drowning in a poem by T. S. Eliot that I first read in the original English (the French translation was given alongside as well). And although I hadnt tried putting my experience down on paper, even as a short story, I felt as if the novel already existed, fully formed, in my head.

So why didnt I go ahead and start to draft the book? Because I realized clearly that I didnt possess the literary finesse to pull it off. But even while I was floundering around, not at all certain that I would be able to survive as a young novelist, I remained essentially optimistic. Someday, I vowed, I will write the drowning novel.

There were times when I felt it might have been better to tackle that project sooner rather than later, but I always managed to suppress those urges by telling myself the moment still wasnt right. I needed to pay my dues by struggling, and suffering, and striving to overcome all the character-building difficulties I would encounter while writing the other books I was meant to produce first, for practice. If I could escape so easily into writing the drowning novel, then what would be the point of the struggle?

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