Paperback, 206 pages
English language
Published Feb. 7, 2013 by Faber & Faber.
It is 1948. Japan is rebuilding her cities after the calamity of World War Two, her people putting defeat behind them and looking to the future. The celebrated artist, Masuji Ono, fills his days attending to his garden, his house repairs, his two grown daughters and his grandson; his evenings drinking with old associates in quiet lantern-lit bars. His should be a tranquil retirement. But as his memories continually return to the past - to a life and career deeply touched by the rise of Japanese militarism - a dark shadow begins to grow over his serenity.
(From Goodreads.)
Gentle and beautifully written. Ishiguro can write in any genre simply and elegantly. I prefer The Sleeping Giant slightly but only because the atmosphere is so special in that book.
I like Kazuo Ishiguro's writing. It's so "simple", tranquil and contemplative.
"But I now feel it is time for me to progress to other things. Sensei, it is my belief that in such troubled times as these, artists must learn to value something more tangible than those pleasurable things that disappear with the morning light. It is not necessary that artists always occupy a decadent and enclosed world. My conscience, Sensei, tells me that I cannot remain forever an artist of the floating world."
Like "The Remains of the Day", the main character reminisces about the not-so-proud past. He used his talent to serve the wrong purpose, i.e. painting the pleasure district. But he could not change the past. All he could do was to leave and finally be content that he made the right decision.
3.5 stars that I’m rounding up to a 4. I’ve had a few of those in a row, which is so fun…
This feels very much like The Remains of the Day version 1. It doesn’t feel as subtle as Remains, but it covers very similar thematic ground. It’s just set in Japan, from a Japanese man’s perspective. Still covers post WWII complicity via a narrator who is traditional and somewhat repressed.
I loved that we came full circle on the art burning. That was just perfect to me.
I read another review that explained the ending - I definitely had the wrong impression. Or maybe what I thought is an alternative. My sense of his daughter’s comments on his career at the end were that he had misinterpreted where he had gone wrong. Instead of the art he produced being the major problem, it was the cooperation with the …
3.5 stars that I’m rounding up to a 4. I’ve had a few of those in a row, which is so fun…
This feels very much like The Remains of the Day version 1. It doesn’t feel as subtle as Remains, but it covers very similar thematic ground. It’s just set in Japan, from a Japanese man’s perspective. Still covers post WWII complicity via a narrator who is traditional and somewhat repressed.
I loved that we came full circle on the art burning. That was just perfect to me.
I read another review that explained the ending - I definitely had the wrong impression. Or maybe what I thought is an alternative. My sense of his daughter’s comments on his career at the end were that he had misinterpreted where he had gone wrong. Instead of the art he produced being the major problem, it was the cooperation with the government to target artists. That he had mistaken the power of his art. I do like that interpretation, but I think others make sense, too.
Ishiguro does a really excellent job creating moments that feel so awkward even though they’re minor. He creates conversations where you feel the subtext so strongly. But I felt stretches of boredom here I didn’t feel in Remains, which made the experience less moving.
I listened to this as an audiobook, and the narrator left a lot to be desired. He voiced the protagonist so straightforwardly. I was hoping for some hints of insecurity or strain, but didn’t get any of that. Might’ve been a better one to read as a print book!
Excellent.
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The story, which takes place from 1948 to 1950, is part family drama part musings of an irrelevant man and has the same elegiac quality of Remains. It captures specific aspects of post-war Japan that now get little attention if they're not forgotten, as the population living in that era has dwindled in number.
Yesterday, as I took the tram down to Arakawa, the carriage was filled with bright autumn sunshine. I had not made the journey dto Arakawa for a little while—in fact, not since the end of the …
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The story, which takes place from 1948 to 1950, is part family drama part musings of an irrelevant man and has the same elegiac quality of Remains. It captures specific aspects of post-war Japan that now get little attention if they're not forgotten, as the population living in that era has dwindled in number.
Yesterday, as I took the tram down to Arakawa, the carriage was filled with bright autumn sunshine. I had not made the journey dto Arakawa for a little while—in fact, not since the end of the war—and as I gazed out of my window, I noticed many changes in what had once been familiar scenery. Passing through Tozaka-cho and Sakaemachi, I could see brick apartment blocks looming over the small wooden houses I remembered from before. Then, as we passed the backs of the factories in Minamimachi, I saw how abandoned many of them had become; one factory yard went by after another, untidily stacked with broken timber, old sheets of corrugated metal, and often what looked to be plain rubble.
An Artist of the Floating World evokes a lost world of artists' lives in the pre-War Japanese demi-monde against the rise of strident propaganda leading up to the catastrophe of the War. At one point, the narrator, Mr. Ono, a painter, describes his masters' geisha paintings as updating a classic 'Utamoro tradition' in order to "evoke a certain melancholy around his women, and throughout the years I studied with him, he experimented extensively with colours in an attempt to capture the feel of lantern light." Even as Ono turns his back on this "floating world" to create a "new Japan," the war consumes his old pleasure district, leaving only ashes, fertile ground for Japan's new Americanized business culture.
Against this backdrop, an Artist of the Floating World is a novel of guilt and remembrance, perception of self and perception of others, a brief journey in which Mr. Ono must confront …
An Artist of the Floating World evokes a lost world of artists' lives in the pre-War Japanese demi-monde against the rise of strident propaganda leading up to the catastrophe of the War. At one point, the narrator, Mr. Ono, a painter, describes his masters' geisha paintings as updating a classic 'Utamoro tradition' in order to "evoke a certain melancholy around his women, and throughout the years I studied with him, he experimented extensively with colours in an attempt to capture the feel of lantern light." Even as Ono turns his back on this "floating world" to create a "new Japan," the war consumes his old pleasure district, leaving only ashes, fertile ground for Japan's new Americanized business culture.
Against this backdrop, an Artist of the Floating World is a novel of guilt and remembrance, perception of self and perception of others, a brief journey in which Mr. Ono must confront the legacy of destruction he helped create and the passing away of the fragile aesthetic he once cherished.
