Strange Weather in Tokyo

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9781846275104: Strange Weather in Tokyo

Shortlisted for the 2013 Man Asian Literary Prize, Strange Weather in Tokyo is a story of loneliness and love that defies age.

Tsukiko, thirty-eight, works in an office and lives alone. One night, she happens to meet one of her former high school teachers, "Sensei," in a local bar. Tsukiko had only ever called him "Sensei" ("Teacher"). He is thirty years her senior, retired, and presumably a widower. Their relationship develops from a perfunctory acknowledgment of each other as they eat and drink alone at the bar, to a hesitant intimacy which tilts awkwardly and poignantly into love.

As Tsukiko and Sensei grow to know and love one another, time's passing is marked by Kawakami's gentle hints at the changing seasons: from warm sake to chilled beer, from the buds on the trees to the blooming of the cherry blossoms. Strange Weather in Tokyo is a moving, funny, and immersive tale of modern Japan and old-fashioned romance.

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About the Author:

Bestselling author Hiromi Kawakami's acclaim for her essays, stories, and novels include the Pascal Short Story Prize for New Writers and the Akutagawa Prize. Her novel Strange Weather in Tokyo was shortlisted for the 2013 Man Asian Literary Prize and the 2014 International Foreign Fiction Prize. Manazuru won the Japan-U.S. Friendship Commission prize. She lives in Japan, where she taught biology and is a member of the Science Fiction Research Association.

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The Moon and the Batteries

HIS FULL NAME was Mr. Harutsuna Matsumoto, but I called him "Sensei." Not "Mr." or "Sir," just "Sensei."

He was my Japanese teacher in high school. He wasn't my home-room teacher, and Japanese class didn't interest me much, so I didn't really remember him. Since graduation, I hadn't seen him for quite a while.

Several years ago, we sat beside each other at a crowded bar near the train station, and after that, our paths would cross every now and then. That night, he was sitting at the counter, his back so straight it was almost concave.

Taking my seat at the counter, I ordered "Tuna with fermented soybeans, fried lotus root, and salted shallots," while the old man next to me requested "Salted shallots, lotus root fries, and tuna with fermented soybeans" almost simultaneously. When I glanced over, I saw he was staring right back at me. I thought to myself, Why do I know his face . ? Sensei spoke.

"Excuse me, are you Tsukiko Ornachi?"

Stunned, I nodded in response.

"I've spotted you here sometimes," Sensei said.

"Is that right?" I answered vaguely, still looking at him. His white hair was carefully smoothed back, and he was wearing a starched white shirt with a gray vest. On the counter in front of him, there was a bottle of sake, a plate with a strip of dried whale meat, and a bowl that had a bit of mozuku seaweed left in it. I wondered who this old man was who shared the same taste as me, and an image of him standing at a teacher's podium floated through my mind.

Sensei had always held an eraser in his hand when writing on the blackboard. He would write something in chalk, like the first line of The Pillow Book by Sei Shonagon: IN SPRING IT IS THE DAWN THAT IS MOST BEAUTIFUL. And then, not five minutes later, he would erase it. Even when he turned to lecture to his students, he would still hold on to the eraser, as if it was attached to his sinewy left hand.

"It's unusual to see a woman alone in a place like this," Sensei said as he delicately poured vinegared miso over the last morsel of dried whale and brought it to his lips with his chopsticks.

"Yes," I replied, pouring beer into my glass. I had identified him as one of my high school teachers, but I still couldn't recall his name. As I drained my glass, part of me marveled that he could remember the name of a particular student, and part of me was puzzled.

"Didn't you wear your hair in braids during high school?"

"Yes."

"I recognized you as soon as I saw you here."

"Did you recently turn thirty-eight this year?"

"I'm still only thirty-seven."

"I'm sorry, I beg your pardon."

"Not at all."

"I looked you up in the register and the yearbook, just to be sure." "I see."

"You look just the same, you know."

"You look just as well, Sensei." I called him "Sensei" to hide the fact that I didn't know his name. He has been "Sensei" ever since.

That evening, we drank five bottles of sake between us. Sensei paid the bill. The next time we saw each other at the bar and drank together, I treated. The third time, and every time thereafter, we got separate checks and paid for ourselves. That's how it went. We both seemed to be the type of person who liked to stop in every so often at the local bar. Our food preferences weren't the only things we shared; we had a similar rhythm, or temperament. Despite the more than thirty-year difference in our ages, I felt much more familiar with him than with friends my own age.



I WENT TO Sensei's house several times. Every so often we would leave our usual bar to drink at a second place, and then we would go our separate ways home. But the few times we got as far as a third or fourth bar, we inevitably ended up having the final drink at Sensei's house.

"I live nearby, why don't you come over?" Sensei said the first time he invited me to his home, and I felt a twinge of reticence. I had heard that his wife had passed away. The idea of spending time at a widower's home was slightly off-putting, but once I've started drinking, not much can stop me, so I went along.

It was more cluttered than I had imagined. I had thought his place would be immaculate, but there were things piled up in every dark corner. Just off the hall, a carpeted room with an old sofa was absolutely silent and gave no hint of the books and writing paper and newspapers strewn about the adjacent tatami room.

Sensei pulled out the low dining table and took a large bottle of sake from among the things in a corner of the room. He filled two different-sized teacups to the brim.

"Please have a drink," Sensei said before he headed off to the kitchen. The tatami room gave onto a garden. Only one of the rain shutters was open. Through the glass door I could see the vague shape of tree branches. Since they were not in flower, I couldn't tell what kind of trees they were. I've never known much about plants.



"What kind of trees are those in the garden?" I asked Sensei as he carried in a tray with flakes of salmon and kaki no tane rice crackers. "They're all cherry trees," he answered.

"All cherry trees?"

"Yes, all of them. My wife loved them.

"They must be beautiful in the spring."

"They are crawling with insects. In the fall there are dead leaves all over the place, and in winter the bare branches are bleak and dreary," Sensei said without any particular distaste.

"The moon is out tonight." A hazy half-moon hung high in the sky.

Sensei took one of the rice crackers and tilted his teacup as he refilled it with sake. "My wife was the kind of person who didn't think things through."

"I see."

"She just loved the things she loved, and hated the things shc hated."

"These kaki no tane are from Niigata. They're good and spicy."

The piquant burn of the crackers really did go quite well with sake. I sat there silently for a while, eating them with my fingers. Something fluttered in a treetop outside. It must have been a bird. I heard a faint chirping and the sound of the leaves on the branches rustling for a moment, and then it was quiet again.

"Are there birds' nests?" I asked, but there was no answer. I turned around, and Sensei was gazing at a newspaper. Not today's paper, but one that he had randomly taken from the ones strewn about. He was intently reading a page from the foreign news service that had a photograph of a woman in a bathing suit. He seemed to have forgotten that I was there.

"Sensei," I called, but still there was no response. He was completely absorbed.

"Sensei," I said again in a loud voice. Sensei looked up.

"Would you like to read the newspaper, Tsukiko?" he asked me abruptly. Without waiting for me to reply, Sensei laid the open paper on the tatami, slid open the fusuma, and went into the next room. He came back carrying several things he had taken from an old bureau. They were small pieces of pottery. Sensei made a few trips back and forth between this and the next room.

"Yes, here they are." Sensei crinkled the corners of his eyes, carefully lining up the ceramics on the tatami. They each had a handle, a lid, and a spout. "Look at them!"

"I see." But what were they? I stared at them, thinking to myself that I had seen something like these before. They were all roughly made. Were they teapots? But they were so small.

"These are railway teapots," Sensei said.

"Railway teapots?"

"These are from trips I took. I bought box lunches at the station or on the train that came with these teapots. Now the teapots are plastic, but they used to sell them with ceramic railway teapots like these."

There were more than a dozen railway teapots lined up. Some were amber-colored, some were other pale shades. They were all different shapes. This one had a large spout, that one a big handle, this pot had a tiny lid, that pot was fat and round.

"Do you collect them?" I asked, and Sensei shook his head.

"They just came with the box lunches I bought while I was on whatever trip I was taking.

"This one is from the year I started university, when I was traveling around Shinshu. Here is one from when I went to Nara with a colleague during summer vacation―I got off the train at one point to get lunch in the station for both of us, and the train departed just as I was about to get back on! That one was bought in Odawara on my honeymoon―my wife carried it for the whole trip, wrapped in newspaper and stuffed among the clothes in her suitcase, so that it wouldn't break," Sensei explained, pointing to each of the railway teapots lined up in a row. I could only nod and murmur a response to each story.

"I hear there are people who collect these kinds of things." "Is that why you still have them?"

"Of course not! I would never engage in such crazy whims!" Crinkling his eyes again, Sensei went on to say, "I was simply showing you some things that I've had for a very long time.

"I just can't seem to throw anything away," Sensei said, going again to the room next door and this time bringing back several small plastic bags.

"See here . . . ," he said as he untied the knot at the opening of one of the plastic bags. He took out what was inside, which were all old batteries. Each of them had written on the side things like ELECTRIC SHAVER, WALL CLOCK, RADIO, Or FLASHLIGHT in black magic marker. He took a size-C battery in his hand.

"This battery is from the year of the Ise Bay typhoon. The typhoon hit Tokyo much harder than expected, and that summer I used up the batteries in my flashlight."

He went on, explaining, "The first cassette recorder I ever bought required eight C batteries, which it ate right through. I would listen to Beethoven's symphonies over and over again, and I used up the batteries in just a few days! Of course, I couldn't keep all eight batteries, so I decided to just save one, which I picked out from the bunch with my eyes closed."

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