Those interested in that modernist connection should turn to 1908’s The Miner, an amusing exercise in flyblown absurdity (a forlorn character attempts to think himself out of existence) that would have left Samuel Beckett chuckling.

In his responses, Bourdaghs mentions Sōseki’s resonance with Kafka, Gertrude Stein, and Virginia Woolf. Bourdaghs, professor of modern Japanese literature at the University of Chicago, to explain the neglect. So, on the 100th anniversary of the writer’s death, I turned to Michael K.

There are obvious Western influences on his work: he spent some years in England and admired Jane Austen and Henry James. Why isn’t Sōseki better known here? I am at a loss to explain why this genius remains so under appreciated. Since then I have not stopping reading and re-reading Sōseki, eagerly taking up any new translations as they came along, most recently New York Review Books’ The Gate and Columbia University Press’ Light and Dark. The result is a fearless, at times experimental, and visionary dissection of the insecurities generated by the pressures of modernity, beginning with 1906’s The Three-Cornered World: “An artist is a person who lives in the triangle which remains after the angle which we call common sense has been removed from the four-cornered world.” I discovered that magic triangle back in the early ’80s by way of a series of translations from Perigree Books. What is all the fuss about? Through a series of novels, beginning with the comic tomes 1905’s I am a Cat and 1906’s Botchan, the author created stories and characters that probed - with tragic intensity - the bedeviling self-consciousness, moral ambiguity, and fragility of contemporary human relationships. “Long time no see, everyone,” jokes the artificial man. The android, via the voice of manga columnist Fusanosuke Natsume, the grandson of the writer, recites passages from the Sōseki volume Ten Nights of Dreams and responds to questions. Head-spinning proof of Sōseki’s stature in Japan - and the country’s hyperbolic esteem for its writers - comes in the form of a “robotic replica” of the author, which was unveiled yesterday at Tokyo’s Nishogakusha University.

Natsume Sōseki didn’t live to complete his final (and longest) novel, Light and Dark, which he was publishing in daily installments for his employer (since 1907), the Asahi newspaper. If that’s correct, then maybe finally we’re reaching the Sōseki moment in the English-speaking world.”Ī hundred years ago today one of the major writers of the 20th century, a giant of Japanese literature, died from stomach cancer at the age of 49. “Natsume Sōseki once wrote a letter of encouragement to a younger writer, telling him that the true value of a literary work isn’t known until a hundred years have passed.

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