I’ve just finished reading this book. Yamazaki Tomoko is the author of “Sandakan
Brothel No. 8” and “Up to Sandakan” is her memoir that came out in 2001. The
story grabbed my attention right from the beginning and kept going until the
end.
One thing made me very interested was that her mother was also a teacher of the Japanese traditional arts, Chanoyu and flower arrangement like my mother. Some of her feeling toward her mother is similar to mine, it made me think.
I’ll comment on a few things here.
In one of the scenes, the narrator
describes how she was fired from her waitress job at a coffee shop. At the time, she was married to a Korean man
in Tokyo. He came to Japan when he was very
young, and at the time she met him, he was a graduate student in Political
Science at Tokyo University. He is multilingual. Because the legal process of marrying a
Korean person during 1950s was difficult, they were common law husband and wife,
not on paper.
Anyhow, the owner of the coffee shop told
her that she was fired because the owner found out that she was married to a
Korean man. Isn’t that amazing? The narrator said to the owners, husband and
wife, “But you are both Koreans, too.”
They replied, “No, we are no longer Koreans. We became Japanese citizens. So, we cannot hire a Japanese woman who married
to a Korean man.”
Imagine that! How bizarre!
At this point, the narrator does not give her thought on this. She is speechless and totally perplexed. Me, too.
But there are more than a few points during my reading this book that I
could not really understand the feeling of the characters. I think the issue is so dark, ridiculous,
pessimistic, so twisted that nobody, both Koreans and Japanese cannot explain
how they feel. I think those confused people
are confused because their feeling is based on what they imagine what others
feel. And their imagination is so wildly
yucky dark. That’s the only explanation I can come up with.
For an example, the narrator’s uncle in
Osaka to whom she has never met in her life goes to the relative of the Korean
husband and blurts out all the prejudiced words. Of course, I can’t understand why this uncle
suddenly appears in the narrator’s life and go charging into a stranger’s
house. It’s so rude beyond any
imagination. It’s insane. But a sad thing is that the very intelligent
Korean husband, although he knows what happened at his relative house in Osaka,
never tells his wife about the incident.
She found that out later on. She
doesn’t say, but I think that had a lot to do with their breakup. You might say it’s because he tries to
protect her. No, I don’t buy that. Even if that were his intention, I think it
works opposite. For husband and wife, we
need to discuss these important matters until we are satisfied. Otherwise, how could we overcome difficulties
together?
The name of the Korean man is Kim Guantek. He was born in 1930 in Cheju island of South
Korea. He was the head of the North
Korean student movement in Japan in 1950s.
Because of much complication, she departs from him one day without letting
him know. She says she left him because she
loves him and wishes he can pursue his true passion in his life which is to
unite both North and South Korea.
I googled his name, Kim Guantek, 金光澤, but it’s strange that his name doesn’t come up. He is a scholar specialized in international
relations and North Korea. He was at
Oxford University in the summer of 1967, but suddenly he disappeared and his older
brother in South Korea has never heard from him last 30 years. The brother and his family members were
investigated by KCIA. They found nothing
and were released, but the brother had to resign from his high position in the Construction
Ministry.
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