The Dancing Girl of Izu and Other Stories
my grandfather had GO YASUNARI KAWABATA always harbored an extreme contempt and mistrust of doctors, when he finally faced this one, he gave himself up to his care and thanked him, tears flowing from his eyes. Rather, it was I who felt as though I had been betrayed by my grandfather. I pitied him in such a state. It was painful to watch. My grandfather died on the evening of the great funeral for the widow of Emperor Meiji. I was tom as to whether I should attend the local memorial service.
talk.’ [I was thinking I would take down my grandfather’s words as I heard them.]” It says “desk”; however, I remember it more like this: “I placed a candle on the edge of the footstool I was using as a desk and wrote ‘Diary of My Sixteenth Year’ on it.” My grandfather was nearly blind, so he would not have noticed that I was writing about him. O f course I never dreamed that ten years later I D u n of My S i x t e e n t h Y e a r u would he publishing this diary as a work of literature.
lingered as a memory. It was not that I had an inborn hatred of oil lights or the sound of a bell. A t my grandmother’s and my sister’s funerals, perhaps I was unconcerned about the light from the oil lamp, having forgotten that I had made someone pour out the oil at my parents’ funerals. But my grandfather did not make me pray before the light of an oil lamp. W hen I heard my aunt’s story, I was able to realize, for the first time, my grandfather’s grief, which was contained within the story.
“So you’re going to make a memorial visit to the ruins of the Military Clothing Depot, right?” “When I go to the Military Clothing Depot, I’m going to make an offering of this comb for my daughter.” “That’s fine. . . . And Granny, it’s all right to remem ber your daughter, but, well, can’t you think about when you were young yourself? Last night when I came back and went upstairs, a man and woman jumped up out of the wood shavings. It was warm there where they had been. I lay down in the warmth
wreaths. A t 11:58 all traffic stopped, and the people of the city observed a moment of silence. Steamships that had gathered from Yokohama made the trip up and down the Sumida River to the bank near the clothing depot. The automobile companies vied to be first to make an official appearance in front of the clothing depot. Each religious organization, Red Cross hospital, and Christian girls school sent a relief commit tee to the ceremony. A postcard dealer rounded up some vagrants and dis