I remember struggling to understand the complexities of Kenzaburo Ōe when I was younger. He was, I believe, my first exposure to any kind of Japanese culture outside of video games. Ōe’s problems, solutions and concerns – not to mention his thoughts, feelings and sympathies – were quite different to mine, and the book, The Silent Cry, almost beat me. Years later, the exoticism remains, but the complexities have softened, and now I understand.
-16 October 2015
This post is part of the I Remember series.