community of thought
by Douglas Messerli
Oë Kenzaburo Kojinteki Na Taiken, translated from the Japanese by John Nathan as
A Personal Matter (New York: Grove
Press, 1969)
The incident is seemingly unimportant, except that Oë portrays Bird as
actually imagining what it might be like to go home with this figure, to spend
a night in her/his arms. And we quickly recognize just how disaffected from his
life Bird is, how removed he is from his own existence. When, at the end of
this novel, he reencounters a friend—who, as a youth, Bird abandoned during
their search for a supposed criminal—now a homosexual who runs a nearby gay
bar, we recognize that Bird has spent most of his life denying social
involvement and hiding from the kind of existence with which he is faced.
Arriving at the hospital, he discovers that the child—unknown to its
mother—has been born with a brain hernia, with a large lump extending from its
head. He accompanies the baby’s transfer to a facility better able to deal with
the medical problem, the family determined to keep the truth from his wife. The
baby is expected to die before the morning, and, given the circumstances, Bird
is almost relieved by that information. He knows his marriage will never survive
the existence of a near brain-dead child. To pay for the medical attention,
moreover, Bird has had to withdraw all the money he has secretly saved for his
African safari.
Bird, we are told, has previously gone through a long period of total
drunkenness, and faced with the new situation in which he must lie to his wife
and cope with the infant’s death, he takes a bottle of scotch to the house of a
former girlfriend, determined to drink himself into forgetfulness.
His girlfriend, Himiko, was an innocent when he knew her (she reveals
that their first encounter, a sort of drunken rape, was her first sexual
experience), but she is now a seasoned veteran of sex. Her husband has
inexplicably committed suicide, and she has sought out sexual contact as a way
of dealing with her suffering.
Predictably, Bird falls into a kind of drunken stupor, and when he shows
up to teach his class the next day, he vomits in front of his
students—resulting, ultimately, in the loss of his job. At the hospital, the
child is still living, perhaps even becoming stronger. Bird tacitly seeks the
doctor’s help in allowing the child to die; he and the doctors determine the
infant will be fed only sugar water instead of milk. He dutifully attends to
his wife, but with the complicity of her mother, continues to keep the horrible
truth from her, insisting the child has only a defective organ.
Returning to Himiko, Bird is faced with a bleak future on any account.
Sex with Himiko reveals to him just how unfulfilled his sexual life has been
with his wife. Like Bird, moreover, Himiko is unpredictable, child-like, and,
accordingly, able to calm the high-strung boy-man in her bed. As she begins to
avidly study the maps and other works of his imaginary adventure, she soon
catches—as if it were a virus—Bird’s enthusiasm for the voyage. Her visiting
father suggests that she sell her home and take the trip with him. Bird must
explain to the old man that he is married and faces a bleak existence.
Back at the hospital, the doctors are determined, given the survival of
the infant, to operate. Bird is suddenly horrified—not because of possible
complications, but by the fact that the child may live, burdening his life
beyond endurance. Himiko suggests they take the child to another doctor, a
former lover specializing in back-street abortions, who will kill the baby.
Bird is determined that it is his only choice, and together they make their way
across the rainy city, the child on his father’s lap, as they intensely search
for the “clinic” before it closes. By the late hour of their arrival, it has
nearly closed and the infant has caught pneumonia. The couple escapes to the
nearby gay bar, owned—as I reported earlier—by Bird’s ex-friend.
The friend, Kikuhiko—after whom Bird has strangely named his own infant
son—relieves Bird’s guilt for leaving him alone with an American G.I. intent,
apparently, on a sexual encounter. “A homosexual,” he tells Bird, “is someone
who has chosen to let himself love a person of the same sex: and I made that
decision myself. So the responsibility is all my own.”
These words, which Himiko compares to existentialism, reawaken Bird to
the responsibilities he has refused throughout the days since his child was
born; and he suddenly comes to life, determined to take the child back to the
hospital for the operation. Indeed, we later find out the child did not have a
hernia, but merely a benign tumor, the fault in his skull being only “a few
millimeters across.” In his final action, Bird has saved his baby’s life.
It is clear that Oë presents Bird—who at fiction’s end sheds his
childhood nickname—as a kind of existentialist hero, as an individual who
ultimately acts out of societal moral imperatives as opposed to the more
tempting selfish behavior. Himiko, in fact, does sell her house, and at work’s
end has begun her voyage to Africa, accompanied by a man-boy even more immature
than Bird.
For all of the self-congratulatory back-slapping of the final pages of
Oë’s fiction, however, we may still feel strangely ill at ease with his hero’s
moral awakening. Is Bird truly a kind of existentialist hero, or has he just
done the expected thing, behaved only as his family and culture have expected?
Certainly, the relationship with his near-frigid wife does not promise change.
Their child may grow up, we are told, with a low IQ, unable to properly
function in the world into which he has been born. Has Bird truly escaped the
life of leap-frogging “from one deception to another,” or has he merely taken
up the societal deception of peace and order?
In fact, another, more psychological reading, wherein one might explore
Bird’s self-expressed fear of the vagina after the birth of his “monster” son—a
fetish remedied by Himiko encouraging him to engage in anal intercourse—and
relate it to his thoughts early in the novel of spending the night with a
transvestite and a period soon after his marriage when he spent weeks in a
drunken stupor, that might lead us to question his sexuality. His sexual
partner, Himiko, is a kind of bisexual figure, and Bird names his son after the
openly homosexual Kikuhiko. In short, either Oë is not aware of the
psychological alternatives he has created for his own character, or he is
presenting the last scenes of this book—filled with familial congratulations
for Bird’s exemplary behavior—ironically.
If Bird’s imagined voyage to Africa—in its unthinking associations with
freedom and unadulterated beauty of a continent nearly blighted and destroyed
by the industrial Western nations—is a childish obsession, so too may be his
new-found role of what will surely be a fatherhood of silent suffering. One can
only wonder how Bird telling the truth—to both his wife and to himself—might
have altered everything. It is fascinating to see how existentialism is played
out in a culture of consensus such as Japan in a time in which I have described
American cultural expectations as dominating nearly everyone’s lives. At
novel’s end the former “Bird,” seems to have abandoned hope in favor of forbearance,
actions of abstinence and endurance.
Los Angeles, March 25, 2003
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