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Village Japan NOTO PENINSULA N ! , TOYAMA / I BAY \ / J ' ' I I \ I ,,, .... ' ... I I -I I / / MAP OF JAPAN I Village Japan Everyday Life in a Rural Japanese Community Malcolm Ritchie Charles E. Tuttle Company Rutland, Vermont & Tokyo, Japan Published by Charles E. Tuttle Publishing, an imprint of Periplus Editions (HK) Ltd. © 1999 by Charles E. Tuttle Publishing Co, Inc. All rights reserved LCC Card No. 98-89152 ISBN 978-1-4629-0205-7 Firstedition. 1999 Printed in Singapore Distributed by USA Charles E. Tuttle Co., Inc. Tokyo Editorial Office: Airport Industrial Park Yaekari Building 3rd Floor, 5-4-12 RRI Box231-5 Osaki Shinagawa-ku, North Clarendon, VT 05759 Tokyo 141-0032 Tell8021 773-8930 Boston Editorial Office: Fax 1802) 773-6993 364 Innovation Drive North Clarendon, VT 05759-9436 Iapan Tuttle Publishing Japan Yaekari Building 3rd Floor, 5-4-12 Singapore Editorial Office: Osaki Shinagawa-ku, 61 Tai SengAvenue, #02-12 Tokyo 141-0032 Singapore 534167, Tel 81 (03) 5437 0171 Fax 81 1031 5437 0755 Southeast Asia Berkeley Books Pte Ltd. 61 Tai SengAvenue, #02-12 Singapore 534167, Tel: 165) 6280 1330 Fax: (65) 6280 6290 • Contents • Preface 7 Acknowledgments 13 Part One: Introduction 15 Part Two: Village japan 33 Afterword 227 Glossary 231 MAPS l. (Frontispiece) Noto Peninsula and Japan 2. Detail of Sora Area 16 3. Sora Village 34 5 This book is dedicated to the people of Sora • Preface • My wife, Masako, and I had decided to return to Japan, where we had previously lived in Tokyo for five years, hop ing to find somewhere in the countryside where we could support ourselves by doing translation work. In the event, a chance meeting with a young Japanese couple, the Yokos, who had come to study in Britain for a year, led us to a remote farming/fishing village on the Nato Peninsula on the Japan Sea coast. Initially, on our arrival in Noto, we stayed in the house of Mr. Yoko's mother in the village of Kanami while we searched the area for an empty house that might be suit able to rent. One evening Mr. Yoko returned home to say that he had heard of an empty house in the neighboring village of Sora and that he would take us to look at it the following day. The next morning after breakfast, Mr. Yoko drove us the four kilometers to Sora, through the village main street to a point where the road crossed a bridge with ver milion railings. There we took a turning to the left and stopped outside a house just a few yards from the bridge. The house stood at the apex of a triangle formed by the confluence of two small rivers that flowed close to either side of it and came together just a few yards from its front door, between it and the bridge. A small footbridge gave access to the house across the river that ran between the house and the road. Just as we were getting out of the car, a very small man 7 8+ PREFACE appeared suddenly, as if from nowhere, and wandered across the road toward us. He was about four feet six inches in height. with a swarthy skin and an unshaven chin. As he approached us, he held his head back slightly in order to look up at us. His walk was more a kind of shuffle. and he held the branch of a tree in his right hand as a walking stick. I bowed and said, "Konnichiwa" (Good day), and he returned my bow with "Konnichiwa. Who are you? I don't know you." His curiosity seemingly satisfied, he turned his back and shuffled away in the direction of a large dilapidated house beside the vermilion bridge At the time, I wondered how to interpret his greeting and worried, having been told how conservative these vil lages were, how he might react on finding that a foreign er was going to live almost opposite his house. On our moving in, however, I was soon relieved of any such apprehension because Mr. Fukada, who was eighty-three, and known locally by his given name as Old Man Gonsaku, became a close neighbor and friend. In fact. for me he was the genius loci, with more than a little trickster in his nature. A man who seemed to live in his own time/space, ignoring the more conventional attitudes and habits of his neighbors and often perplexing them with his own. He had, for example, a predilection for going to the lavatory al fresco, although his house was furnished with the traditional dry lavatory The site of his choice was a few yards in front of his own house, at the crossroads between the main village street and the turnoff from the vermilion bridge to the road on which our own house was situated Actually, the spot he had chosen was directly opposite my workroom window, and in the spring and summer months I was to be frequently disturbed away from my desk by the sounds of altercation as he was berated where he squatted by someone passing on a bicycle on their way to or from their fields or from the PREFACE +9 back of a tractor and trailer. He always seemed to have a ready rejoinder. which he delivered with whatever else he was depositing at the time. without adjustment to either his position or his dropped trousers or indeed his deter mination to continue whatever he was engaged in. Old Man Gonsaku's presence is frequent throughout the pages of this book. as indeed it was throughout the days. and sometimes nights. of our sojourn in Sora. And here he is. already at the beginning of the book. much in the same way that he appeared on our first visit to the house we were to live in for the next two and a half years. This book is not intended as a sociological. anthropo logical. historical. or any other kind of study. Rather it is a collection of anecdotes. encounters. conversations. and thoughts that I recorded in notebooks and on tapes dur ing the period that we lived in Sora. This being the case. I have not set out to produce an in-depth portrait of life in a Japanese village but to bring a miscellany of subjects. people. and places. which interested. affected or con cerned me at the time. briefly into focus. As is often the case in situations like this. there are many stories that cannot be told for a variety of reasons. not least because they involve the lives of others from whom I do not have the permission to recount them, or they fall outside the territory covered by this book. There is no mention, for example. of the Hanshin Earthquake or the capture of the Aum Shinrikyo "doomsday" cult members. both events we were well aware of at the time-the earthquake having been felt in the village, three members of the cult discov ered hiding in a house not far from where we lived. and we. ourselves. having been stopped and questioned dur ing the search. While one or two of the stories extend beyond, and in a couple of cases far beyond, the bound aries of Sora, it was Sora that remained the home base. both from a physical as well as an emotional and psycho logical orientation.
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