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By the time the lieutenant had at last drawn the sword across to the right
side of his stomach, the blade was already cutting shallow and had
revealed its naked tip, slippery with blood and grease. But, suddenly
stricken by a fit of vomiting, the lieutenant cried out hoarsely. The
vomiting made the fierce pain fiercer still, and the stomach, which had
thus far remained firm and compact, now abruptly heaved, opening
wide its wound, and the entrails burst through, as if the wound too were
vomiting. Seemingly ignorant of their master's suffering, the entrails
gave an impression of robust health and almost disagreeable vitality as
they slipped smoothly out and spilled over into the crotch. The lieuten
ant's head drooped, his shoulders heaved, his eyes opened to narrow
slits, and a thin trickle of saliva dribbled from his mouth. The gold
markings on his epaulettes caught the light and glinted .. .
It would be difficult to imagine a more heroic sight than that of the lieu
tenant at this moment, as he mustered his strength and flung back his
head.1
The most powerful agent shaping the early years of Yukio Mishima's
life may have been his grandmother, Natsu. Natsu Nogai was a bril
liant, cultured, selfish, and highly unstable woman whose grandfather
was a daimyo (lord of a fief) related by marriage to the Tokugawa, the
ruling family of Japan from about 1600 to 1868. Her husband, Jotaro
Hiraoka, was a common man, a Walter Mitty character in a life of
perennial failure, who was "absolutely unsuited for the management
of a household—but an extraordinary gallant."10 Mishima describes
Natsu as "narrow-minded," "indomitable," and of a "wildly poetic
spirit."11 She suffered from a chronic case of cranial neuralgia.
Natsu's only son, Azusa, married Shizue Hachi, and she gave birth
to her first son, Kimitake Hiraoka (pen name: Yukio Mishima) on Jan
uary 14, 1925. On Kimitake's fiftieth day of life, Natsu took the infant
from his mother and proceeded to incarcerate him in her darkened
sickroom for the next twelve years. In his infancy, Shizue was permit
ted to nurse the boy once every four hours according to Natsu's rigid
schedule. When Kimitake had had enough milk, Natsu promptly
snatched him up and carried him back to her sickroom. In the ensuing
years of childhood, Kimitake sometimes met his mother on secret ren
dezvous escaping ephemerally the sickroom and Natsu's watchful eye.
It appears that the relationship between Natsu and her grandson
was one of extreme ambivalence for Kimitake. Natsu believed that
boys were dangerous playmates so the only friends she permitted
Kimitake were three older girls she carefully selected from among his
cousins. Because loud sound aggravated Natsu's neuralgia, it was
imperative that the young Kimitake make as little noise as possible in
his play. Despite the fact that his grandmother controlled virtually his
every move with an iron hand, Kimitake seemed to develop a kind of
affection for the woman, and one of his brothers remembers Mishima
at eleven and twelve excitedly retelling her tales.12 But there is one
aspect of Kimitake's relationship with his grandmother that is surely
traumatic. Natsu insisted that Kimitake give her her medicine and
accompany her to the toilet when her neuralgia was complicated by
stomach ulcers and a kidney disease. Sometimes her pain was so
extreme that she would tear her hair and scream for Kimitake's com
fort. One biographer reports that, on one of these occasions, she seized
a knife and held it to her throat.13
Childhood Fantasy
Mishima's elaborate and macabre childhood fantasies are documented
in the author's first autobiographical piece, Confessions of a Mask
(1948). The book opens with a key statement: "For many years I could
remember things seen at the time of my own birth."19 The author later
concedes the impossibility of ever really remembering one's own birth,
but the fact that the young Mishima produced and perpetuated such a
myth remains significant. Theory and research on infancy tell us that
for the baby at birth there is essentially no differentiation made
between the world and the self. In the first weeks of life, the infant is
not aware that there exists anything but the "me." Freud termed this
feeling of oneness and omnipotence the "oceanic feeling,"20 claiming
that humans seek to recapture this infantile experience in the illusion
of religion. According to Mishima's life myth, however, Kimitake is,
from the minute of birth onward, a separate entity that perceives him
self and the outside world, and perceives the two as two. The myth is
one of immediate isolation from one's environment—a cool detach
ment from, and lack of communication with, the surrounding field.
Adolescence
Mishima Omi
weakness strength
thought action
consciousness instinct
naivete experience
cultural primordial
mind body
sickness health
artificial natural
conformity rebellion
domestic wild
chrysanthemum sword
The apple certainly exists, but to the core this existence as yet seems
inadequate; if words cannot endorse it, then the only way to endorse it is
with the eyes. Indeed, for the core the only sure mode of existence is to
exist and to see at the same time. There is only one method of solving
this contradiction. It is for a knife to be plunged deep into the apple so
that it is split open and the core is exposed to the light—to the same
light, that is, as the surface skin. Yet then the existence of the cut apple
falls into fragments; the core of the apple sacrifices existence for the sake
of seeing.53
At the moment the knife cuts, the core beholds that which has been
denied. Healing and self-destruction are simultaneous.
At the moment of death, Mishima completes the identification with
Omi. He becomes the tragic hero. But he also completes the cathexis of
the tragic hero. In Sun and Steel, Mishima writes that the moment of
identification with the tragic hero—seppuku—is supremely erotic as
well:
. . . the moment of death, the moment when, even without being seen,
the fiction of being seen and the beauty of the object are permitted. Of
such is the beauty of the suicide squad, which is recognized as beauty
not only in the spiritual sense but, by men in general, in an ultra erotic
sense also.54
REFERENCES
6. Edwin O. Reischauer, Japan: The Story of a Nation. New York: Knopf, 1974, p. 44.
7. Yukio Mishima, The Temple of the Golden Pavillion. New York: Berkley Medallion
Books, 1959, p. 285.
8. Ibid., p. 145.
9. Yukio Mishima, Sun and Steel. New York: Grove Press, 1970.
10. John Nathan, Mishima: A Biography, p. 7.
11. Yukio Mishima, Confessions of a Mask, 4-5.
12. John Nathan, Mishima: A Biography, p. 18.
13. Ibid., 18-19.
14. Ibid., p. 23.
15. Ibid., p. 24-25.
16. Harry Stack Sullivan, The Interpersonal Theory of Psychiatry, New York: Norton,
1953.