Being in Japan has given me a lot of time to think about a lot of things. I finally have the clarity of mind without college, classes, projects, due dates, essays, thesis projects, rugby, etc, etc. Although I miss my college experiences, the new experiences have come and filled my new life in Japan. I do find myself busy as usual. I am a very active person and like to play sports as I play soccer twice a week with the local guys in Oma and sometimes in Mutsu with Sunday's team.
Back to the point though, it has been great to meet a good friend, Mike, in Mutsu. Not only is it cool that we share a lot of the same interests, but his passion in life has rubbed onto me a little bit. He was an
English major at Dartmouth College and is constantly reading new books. His Openbook Blog is one I follow closely and I get to hear the reviews usually before he writes them. He has recommended two books to me, The Stranger by Albert Camus and Snow Falling on Cedars by David Guterson. Both of them have been good. It is hard for me to appreciate the true writing as I am not trained in the specific area of literature and I have neglected it whilst my crazy undergraduate studies took over my life. The one thing I can connect with especially with the latter is that I am of Asian descent and my experiences, whilst not as extreme or intense as the recounts of the book, butI am aware of the racial tension and cultural differences between the majority of the US and western population and being a minority.
While you can read Mike's blog here for a review of the book, I want to take this chance to focus on specific issues and themes in the book that I can relate to.
One of the main issues for me is the torn reality of interracial dating and relationships. Or more simply love. Two of the main characters in the book, Hatsue Miyamoto and Ishmael Chambers share a forbidden love. One described by Hatsue's mother, Fujiko as:
It was clear to her from the in it that her daughter had been deeply entangled with this boy for a long time, for many years. It was evident that he had touched her body, that the two of them had been sexually intimate inside a hollow tree they'd used as a trysting place in the forest. Hatsue's walks had been a ruse, just as Fujiko suspected. Her daughter returned with tendrils in her hands and a wetness between her thighs. Deceitful girl, though Fujiko (Guterson 168).
I always think it is very difficult to understand quotations people use in their reviews and/or academic papers, but I think this quotation can give you enough of the context of the story. If you want to understand it more, I suggest reading the book.
I know my parents are not opposed to interracial dating and relationships as much as Fujiko is in the book, but I have to wonder what they really think. A very clear characteristic of Fujiko and the old Japan is being able to keep their true emotions and thoughts inside. One has to be composed to function properly in society. While my parents have lived in the western society, mainly the U.S.A for the last 31 years, they still hold strong roots and traditions from their Chinese-Indonesian upbringing. A part of this upbringing is to keep the family line and name a pure one, or an Asian one. Even in Asia, there is a racial hierarchy as to which country is "higher," in social ranking. I don't think I could ever dismantle it as it has been built on centuries of tradition and patriarchal structures.
I can't remember if my parents ever said to me, "You must NOT marry a non-Asian." But as you may or may not know, many Asian families has the same policy as the U.S. military, "Don't ask, don't tell." I have never brought a girl I have been dating home and I don't really intend to in fear of what she will have to go through. I am fearful that if the girl is not Asian, it could be a problem... I remember once mentioned that I liked a girl from South Africa and I showed a picture to my mum and she just said, "hmph," and went about her business. Body language is very important in intrepretation and in this case, her body said more than words ever could.
Thank the Lord I am not in any serious relationships as of right now because I don't know what I would do. I think the fact that I am in Japan, my parents don't think it is even conceivable that I will find something serious here.
Another thing that my parents have stressed in life is not to get into, "serious," relationships because as they have said, "You are too young and you don't know/understand what it is to be in a real relationship." Imagine this being pounded into your head for the first eighteen years of life. I thoroughly believe it has become a subconscious characteristic of how I approach relationships with women in my life. I didn't really consider dating a real thing until my last year in high school. But since then, I have failed to hold down a serious relationship lasting more than just a mere couple months. Whilst I don't blame my parents in the failure of my relationships, I do think they have a certain influence in the way I approach them.
More to follow...
Back to the point though, it has been great to meet a good friend, Mike, in Mutsu. Not only is it cool that we share a lot of the same interests, but his passion in life has rubbed onto me a little bit. He was an
English major at Dartmouth College and is constantly reading new books. His Openbook Blog is one I follow closely and I get to hear the reviews usually before he writes them. He has recommended two books to me, The Stranger by Albert Camus and Snow Falling on Cedars by David Guterson. Both of them have been good. It is hard for me to appreciate the true writing as I am not trained in the specific area of literature and I have neglected it whilst my crazy undergraduate studies took over my life. The one thing I can connect with especially with the latter is that I am of Asian descent and my experiences, whilst not as extreme or intense as the recounts of the book, butI am aware of the racial tension and cultural differences between the majority of the US and western population and being a minority.While you can read Mike's blog here for a review of the book, I want to take this chance to focus on specific issues and themes in the book that I can relate to.
One of the main issues for me is the torn reality of interracial dating and relationships. Or more simply love. Two of the main characters in the book, Hatsue Miyamoto and Ishmael Chambers share a forbidden love. One described by Hatsue's mother, Fujiko as:
It was clear to her from the in it that her daughter had been deeply entangled with this boy for a long time, for many years. It was evident that he had touched her body, that the two of them had been sexually intimate inside a hollow tree they'd used as a trysting place in the forest. Hatsue's walks had been a ruse, just as Fujiko suspected. Her daughter returned with tendrils in her hands and a wetness between her thighs. Deceitful girl, though Fujiko (Guterson 168).
I always think it is very difficult to understand quotations people use in their reviews and/or academic papers, but I think this quotation can give you enough of the context of the story. If you want to understand it more, I suggest reading the book.
I know my parents are not opposed to interracial dating and relationships as much as Fujiko is in the book, but I have to wonder what they really think. A very clear characteristic of Fujiko and the old Japan is being able to keep their true emotions and thoughts inside. One has to be composed to function properly in society. While my parents have lived in the western society, mainly the U.S.A for the last 31 years, they still hold strong roots and traditions from their Chinese-Indonesian upbringing. A part of this upbringing is to keep the family line and name a pure one, or an Asian one. Even in Asia, there is a racial hierarchy as to which country is "higher," in social ranking. I don't think I could ever dismantle it as it has been built on centuries of tradition and patriarchal structures.
I can't remember if my parents ever said to me, "You must NOT marry a non-Asian." But as you may or may not know, many Asian families has the same policy as the U.S. military, "Don't ask, don't tell." I have never brought a girl I have been dating home and I don't really intend to in fear of what she will have to go through. I am fearful that if the girl is not Asian, it could be a problem... I remember once mentioned that I liked a girl from South Africa and I showed a picture to my mum and she just said, "hmph," and went about her business. Body language is very important in intrepretation and in this case, her body said more than words ever could.
Thank the Lord I am not in any serious relationships as of right now because I don't know what I would do. I think the fact that I am in Japan, my parents don't think it is even conceivable that I will find something serious here.
Another thing that my parents have stressed in life is not to get into, "serious," relationships because as they have said, "You are too young and you don't know/understand what it is to be in a real relationship." Imagine this being pounded into your head for the first eighteen years of life. I thoroughly believe it has become a subconscious characteristic of how I approach relationships with women in my life. I didn't really consider dating a real thing until my last year in high school. But since then, I have failed to hold down a serious relationship lasting more than just a mere couple months. Whilst I don't blame my parents in the failure of my relationships, I do think they have a certain influence in the way I approach them.
More to follow...
















