Rouse Up O Young Men of the New Age!

Rouse Up O Young Men of the New Age!

Kenzaburo Oe

Language: English

Pages: 272

ISBN: 080213968X

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


Wise and illuminating, Rouse Up O Young Men of the New Age! is a masterpiece from one of the world's finest writers, Kenzaburo Oe -- winner of the Nobel Prize for Literature. K is a famous writer living in Tokyo with his wife and three children, one of whom is mentally disabled. K's wife confronts him with the information that this child, Eeyore, has been doing disturbing things -- behaving aggressively, asserting that he's dead, even brandishing a knife at his mother -- and K, given to retreating from reality into abstraction, looks for answers in his lifelong love of William Blake's poetry. As K struggles to understand his family and assess his responsibilities within it, he must also reevaluate himself -- his relationship with his own father, the political stances he has taken, the duty of artists and writers in society. A remarkable portrait of the inexpressible bond between this father and his damaged son, Rouse Up O Young Men of the New Age! is the work of an unparalleled writer at his sparkling best.

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considering the state of our finances, a reckless act, but I was drawn to it, above all, by the bayberry tree and also by the variety of the other trees and especially the giant zelkovas in the surrounding woods. Yet if that had been all, I should have been content to own a single bayberry, to approach it from time to time to examine the trunk and admire the foliage, to gaze up at the branches near the top and to survey the thick stands of trees in the near vicinity. Instead, I built a cabin on

handicapped children to perform. As time was growing short, they would leave the format to us. They asked only that we avoid music too complex and drama too full of action to be performed, and that we take as our theme the role played by the weak in helping to avoid the horrors of war. I accepted their proposal right away and was excited about writing a libretto. The theme we had been assigned prompted me to reconsider a question having to do with the handicapped that had been posed to me as a

school, Bluebird Special Facility. “The Bluebird March,” as it was called, began slowly and then at the refrain became an allegro using triplets in a way that conveyed tension. I asked that the march be transposed to a minor key and made to fit my lyrics. As I had expected, the music conveyed perfectly the blend of panache and whininess that was the king's special flavor. Once Eeyore began working on the tune I often heard my wife singing the king's speech in the kitchen: Gulliver's gluttony has

in a semicircle and ate the vegetable rice and chicken in ceramic pots that we had bought at the Yokohama station. I felt content, but it was a different sort of contentment than when Eeyore and I had traveled to Izu in the typhoon. As we continued our conversation, Eeyore jumped up with the agility he possessed when engaging in an action that pleased him and opened wide the window on the valley side of the cabin. The deep, silent chill that precedes snow on the plateau flowed into the room.

vision neither evolves nor expands. What do you intend to do, hold onto your aging rain tree metaphor as if it were a talisman until the moment of your own death?” I had finished serializing my rain tree stories and could only respond with silence. Presently, I sensed my thoughts turning to another rain tree about which I had not written. The actual rain tree. When, standing in a grove of tall trees, I had heard a guide say rain tree, as though by way of explanation, I had glanced quickly over

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