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Abandoning a Cat
Memories of my father.
By Haruki Murakami
September 30, 2019
My father and I set off that summer afternoon to leave the cat
by the shore. He pedalled his bicycle, while I sat on the back
holding a box with the cat inside. We rode along the Shukugawa
River, arrived at the beach at Koroen, set the box down among
some trees there, and, without a backward glance, headed
home. The beach must have been about two kilometres from
our house.
At any rate, this was obviously an important ritual for him, one
that marked the start of each day. As far as I know, he never
failed to perform what he called his “duty,” and no one was
allowed to interfere with it. There was an intense focus about
the whole act. Simply labelling it “a daily habit” doesn’t do it
justice.
Once, when I was a child, I asked him whom he was praying for.
And he replied that it was for those who had died in the war.
His fellow Japanese soldiers who’d died, as well as the Chinese
who’d been their enemy. He didn’t elaborate, and I didn’t press
him. I suspect that if I had he would have opened up more. But
I didn’t. There must have been something in me that prevented
me from pursuing the topic.
In the end, my uncle Shimei left his job at the tax office and
succeeded my grandfather as the head priest of Anyoji Temple.
And, later, he was succeeded by his son, my cousin Junichi.
According to Junichi, Shimei agreed to become the head priest
out of a sense of obligation as the eldest son. I say he agreed,
but it was more that he had no choice. Back then, the
parishioners were much more influential than they are now,
and they probably wouldn’t have let him off the hook.
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At least this was how I understood it for the longest time, but
when I looked more deeply into his background I found that I
was wrong. In fact, my father belonged not to the 20th Infantry
Regiment but to the 16th Transport Regiment, which was also
part of the 16th Division. And this regiment wasn’t in
Fukuchiyama but was headquartered in Fukakusa / Fushimi, in
Kyoto City. So why was I under the impression that my father
had belonged to the 20th Infantry Regiment? I’ll discuss this
point later.
The 20th Infantry Regiment was known for being one of the
first to arrive in Nanjing after the city fell. Military units from
Kyoto were generally seen as well bred and urbane, but this
particular regiment’s actions gave it a surprisingly bloody
reputation. For a long time, I was afraid that my father had
participated in the attack on Nanjing, and I was reluctant to
investigate the details. He died, in August, 2008, at the age of
ninety, without my ever having asked him about it, without his
ever having talked about it.
All we can do is breathe the air of the period we live in, carry
with us the special burdens of the time, and grow up within
those confines. That’s just how things are.
As my father told it, his life was saved by one officer. My father
was a pfc. at the time and was summoned by a senior officer,
who told him, “You’re studying at Kyoto Imperial University,
and would better serve the country by continuing your studies
than by being a soldier.” Did one officer have the authority to
make this decision? I have no idea. It’s hard to conceive that a
humanities student such as my father could be seen as
somehow serving the country by returning to college and his
study of haiku. There had to be other factors at work. Either
way, he was released from the Army and was a free man again.
I stood at the base of the tree looking up, but couldn’t see the
cat. I could only hear its faint cry. I went to get my father and
told him what had happened, hoping that he could figure out a
way to rescue the kitten. But there was nothing he could do; it
was too high up for a ladder to be of any use. The kitten kept
meowing for help, as the sun began to set. Darkness finally
enveloped the pine tree.
At any rate, there’s really only one thing that I wanted to get
across here. A single, obvious fact:
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