Komatsu Sakyo, author of Japan Sinks and numerous other books has died. The Japan Times has details here. In Komatsu’s honor, I will dig up another of his books from the library, read it, and post a review as soon as possible.
In Feb. 2011, I started reading Japan Sinks, in which earthquakes run rampant and sink all of Japan into the ocean. In March 2011, an earthquake ran rampant and a tsunami smashed my former home in Northern Japan into oblivion. The parallels were disturbing.
Real life aside, Japan Sinks is a puzzling book. Not on the surface, of course, as the story is a fairly typical disaster story. Earthquakes pound Japan, millions die, frantic leaders try to save everything, and, finally, Mt. Fuji erupts gloriously. James Cameron really needs to make this into a movie. Forget the Titanic – this is a whole archipelago going down. (Apparently there is a 2006 Japanese version, but 1) it stars someone from SMAP who was later arrested for running naked and drunk through a Tokyo park, and 2) it has an unacceptable happy ending.) I’m not sure I recommend reading Japan Sinks right now, but once tender feelings from the real life Armageddon have healed a bit, the disaster bits are pretty amazing.
Taking a peek below the surface, however, is a bit more puzzling. Komatsu has claimed that he wrote the book as a warning to Japan, not of impending doom, but of the need for Japan to integrate more fully with the rest of the world. Japan Sinks came out in the early 1970s, just as Japan was starting to take over the world. This was the decade when people finally realized that Japan had roared back from the devastation of WWII and were single-mindedly devouring all foreign competition. These were the early days, before Ezra Vogel wrote Japan Is Number One and hysteria peaked in the 80s, but people in the know realized that something amazing was happening. More importantly, the Japanese themselves knew.
If Komatsu is cautioning the Japanese about their insularity and rigid adherence to tradition, he’s going about it in a roundabout and vague way. (This would be wholly appropriate, considering the Japanese way of dealing with disagreement.) Indeed, parts of the book are downright effusive, praising the Japanese for their stoicism and discipline in the face of disaster. One is reminded of the incredulous newspaper articles in March, describing the baffling lack of riots, looting, or general disorder in the aftermath of the tsunami. It also highlights the efficiency (ruthlessness?) with which the Japanese leadership moves to secure Japan’s future, and the tendency of the Japanese to work themselves into the ground for the perceived greater good.
It’s harder to see where the criticism may lie. Certainly the Japanese leadership misleads the general public and obfuscates the truth, as they do in real life, but I’m not sure this is an exclusively Japanese phenomenon. There has always been a casual disregard for the hoi polloi among Japanese elites, but the book is subtle in its expose. No brazen class warfare here. Komatsu’s other point of attack seems to be Japanese attitudes towards the rest of the world. Things might be a little better now, but Japan is notorious for thinking itself somehow apart from everyone else. The most egregious examples come from the trade wars of the 80s, but even now, the Japanese like to talk about their Four Seasons, as though the rest of the world doesn’t make an annual progression from summer to winter and back again. Komatsu doesn’t say so directly, but implies to his Japanese readership that the day may come when Japan needs the rest of the world, and that Japan might want to play well with others just in case.
There is one last bit that may be a warning, or may be a flaw of the book. The lead scientist has a team of several men who do a lot of the grunt work and are the focus of most of the novel. I’m trying to remember how many of them there were, but I can’t, because they all blend together into one. (“All you Asians look the same to me!”) I wonder if Komatsu is intentionally making his men faceless as a comment on contemporary Japan, or if the lack of characterization is bad writing. Regardless, it makes their personal tragedies and triumphs less compelling.
To sum up, Japan Sinks is frighteningly prophetic in many ways. Japan in 2011 is not so different on a fundamental level than Japan in 1973. Some might argue with that statement, but the reaction in Sendai mirrored the reaction in Japan Sinks far too much for comfort. Stepping back from the cultural analysis, Japan Sinks is all kinds of disaster fun. How can a person not enjoy Fuji blowing its top and Tokyo sinking dramatically beneath the waves? All we need now is a giant monster attack.
Rating: Well, wholesale tragedy, collective national heartbreak, individual acts of heroism overshadowed by official incompetence and a cruel world… how about the English National Team?