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His father, a successful salary man, worked for a bank. When the child was 3 years old the senior Endo was transferred on a business mission to Dailin Dairen in Manchuria, which was then under Japanese control.
Although the move may have uprooted the established, comfortable city life for the family, Dailin, nevertheless provided a gracious living. The Endos found a small but suitable residence located in the middle of a row of houses bordering a quiet street.
The windows of the house permitted ample light and gentle breezes during long summer days. In the winter months, the window panes turned into a canvas of glittering fish teeth icicles. In the evenings when the sun was still in sky, the boy spent hours playing with pebbles before returning home from school. He could see from the distance his mother's shadow as she waited to greet him.
She would gently remove the flower petals from the boy's hair and jacket that had collected while he played under the trees. The first few years in the new country were happy and peaceful; the tranquility of the land was matched by the familial love and melodious music that filled the house. Gradually, and for reasons unknown to the young boy, the family environment began to change.
His mother was not always at the door waiting for him; the violin music had become melancholic, and monotonous. He couldn't fathom the reason for the unsettling pall, but he could recognise furrows of sadness on his mother's face. Then came bickering and shouting between the parents.
First random and brief, the arguments soon became prolonged and vicious. One day, when Shushaku was walking with his father, he was abruptly told that his mother would return to Japan. When asked if he would like to accompany his mother, the boy kept walking, silent, kicking every rock on the street. He felt abandoned and frightened.
After a few months, with money from her sister, the mother with her 10 year old son moved back to Japan.
Kobe, the bustling cosmopolitan community on the Osaka Bay, became their new home. It was the hometown of her mother's family who were supportive and welcoming. Shushaku's aunt, an ardent Catholic, persuaded her sister to adopt Christianity. Soon after, on his mother's insistence, at the age of 12, Shushaku was baptised, and christened Paul.
Thus, within a period of two years, two significant decisions that were to influence his writing were foisted on him by circumstances beyond his control. He neither had information nor means to desist. The boy did not enjoy school.
He was constantly harassed and mercilessly teased by children; his grades slumped. The situation did not improve when he moved to junior high school. Despite his unsatisfactory performance at the school, his mother remained loyal.
Endo's mother provided him that secure love and confidence. By now his relationship with his father was tenuous, limited to small financial help for educational expenses and to even this meagre donation, there were strings attached.
The father wanted his son to become a doctor, but despite his father's demands and threats, Shushaku avoided registering for the medical school entrance examination. The obdurate father disowned his son and the rift became permanent. Many years later when Endo married Junko, his father boycotted the wedding. This chasm between the father and son had its beginning when the 5 year old boy was asked to choose between two bitter, stubborn people.
He had chosen his mother as any child thus trapped might do. The cruel and searing memory determined his resolve to remain on his mother's side. It was an ironic twist of the fate that when his mother was dying, Endo, because of ill health, could not be at her side. To remain faithful to his mother's memory, later, when his father was dying, Endo refused to be at his deathbed.
The revenge was calculated and complete; only after the father had passed away, did Endo enter the dead man's chamber.
This reluctant gesture at the insistence of his wife, Junko, closed the sad chapter between the two men caught in tragic circumstances. With no financial support, he secured a part time job in an army ammunitions factory.
The workplace was cold, damp, and crowded. His room in the dormitory was unhygienic and exposed to the elements. His stressful living environment and poor nutrition made him ill. He began to cough, developed fever, and started to spit blood.
Barely 22 years old, Shushaku found himself in the grip of tuberculosis, then, as now, a deadly disease. In , at the age of 27, Endo joined a group of Japanese students who went to France, at government expense, to study. The ocean voyage was gruelling. After remaining closeted in a fourth class cabin for six weeks, the group arrived in Marseille. After the war, there were only a handful of Japanese in France.
At the University of Lyons where Endo would study French modern literature and Catholic theology, there were only three Japanese students. In this rather alien and unwelcoming environment Endo found solace in exploring the teachings and philosophical discussions of Julien Green, Georges Bernanos, and Francois Mauriac.
The latter examined the ugly realities of modern life in the light of eternity and became a strong influence on Endo's writings. Today Endo's works are often compared with those of Graham Greene and Mauriac. As one of the first Japanese overseas exchange students in France, the young man became a butt for racial insults; even his fellow Christians joined in casting ethnic slurs. Depressed, in poor physical health, he returned to Japan after three years. He found his homeland changed; his world was filled with new uncertainties.
Doubts about his health, doubts about his faith, and doubts about his future plagued him. He threw himself furiously into writing.
One year later he was awarded the Akutagawa prize for his book, Shiroi Hito A White Man , which was published in another prestigious journal, Kindai Bungaku.
In these works he began to systematically explore the complex and contrasting relationship between East and West, faith and faithlessness, tradition and modernity. Stress, long and irregular work hours, suboptimal nutrition, and harsh environmental conditions caused reactivation of his lung disease. He coughed up blood and lost weight; fever returned and weakness increased.
In the early s medical treatment of tuberculosis was primitive. In difficult cases, air was injected into the pleural cavity to collapse the diseased lung. The title represents the sea as destiny that washes away human beings as tiny specks intellectually paralysed by the poison of their actions.
Endo uses Dr Suguro and his profession as the canvas to paint a searing picture of man's capacity for inhumanity. An American crew member of a B29 bomber, captured at the time of an air raid on the Japanese mainland, was subjected to vivisection.
The protagonist, who suffers from tuberculosis, finds himself in a doctor's office to receive a pneumothorax. Suguro did not respond. I looked fixedly at him as he took the glass bottle containing the pneumothorax needle from a drawer of his desk, examined the hole at its tip, inserted it into the rubber tube, and prepared the anesthetic shot. His thick, hairy fingers moved like caterpillars. There was dirt packed under the fingernails.
His fingers probed my side for the spot between the two rib bones. He was making sure of the place to insert the needle. There was a cold, metallic chilliness to that touch. More than that, there was an impersonal, unfeeling competency to it that seemed to deal with me not as a patient but as some sort of laboratory specimen….
There are a lot of doctors like that. During the war he had served as an intern in a hospital where his superiors were more interested in career building then in the healing.
Suguro was induced to assist in a horrifying vivisection of a prisoner of war. They want to become full professors. And when they want to try new techniques, they don't limit their experiments to monkeys and dogs. Suguro, this is the world, and you ought to have a closer look at it. Just do as we always do. Nothing has changed. Toda, it doesn't bother you at all? What do you mean, bother me? Was it the sort of thing that should bother somebody?
Suguro was silent. Finally as though to himself, he spoke in a feebler voice. As for me… I shut my eyes today in there. I just don't know what to think, even now. I just don't know. Should we have let him live, you think?
The conscience of man, is that it? It seems to vary a good deal from man to man. It is certain that we're going to have to answer for it. To society? If it's only to society, it's nothing much to get worked up about. If those people who are going to judge us had been put in the same situation, would they have done anything different? So much for the punishment of society! He was disappointed in his doctors. He said that they had no training in treating the soul; they only bandaged and patched the body.
Endo wanted medical schools to provide an appropriate environment for the teaching of ethics, morality, and civic responsibility.
It was painful for him to see doctors distorting their lives for the sake of making a livelihood. His chronic tuberculosis and its debilitating therapy constantly interrupted Endo's learning and writing.
It played havoc with his physical condition and caused a great deal of mental anguish. As the story evolves, Ooze, a middle aged businessman, relives the past while his son, Eichi, a surgeon, pursues his ambition and materialistic machinations to unseat his rivals and get ahead at any cost. Endo is precise and demands his readers recognise the moral imperatives that govern men's lives. Well, what if this patient was a relative of yours—would you still give her this test drug?
What if she was your mother?
Or, your sister? When we try out a new drug, it's either got to be because another drug is no longer effective, or when we have the patient's voluntary consent. One or the other. Do you have her consent? This forces the reader to think how different our customs might seem with a little distance. He seeks to deal with the war in his pilgrimage. Otsu is a failed seminarian dealing with his own beliefs, reviled by Mitsuko- a sexually wanton woman with her own issues, who cruelly seduced Otsu, years earlier, as a challenge to see whether she could break his faith.
Most moving of all is Numada, recovering from tuberculosis. He is a short story writer who believes he can talk to animals- who act as his Muse. He believes a pet bird his wife bought died in his place when he recovered from his illness. Yet the key element in the book is not spiritualism, but the psychic wholeness of the characters.
For three years I have lived here and I have tired of the way people think. And so everyday is hell for me. The stereotypes are saved for minor characters- a young married couple called the Sanjos.
Even after they turned a corner, Blackie continued in pursuit.