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"Little Boy" --the atomic bomb dropped on Hiroshima on August 6, 1945. "Fat Man" --dropped on Nagasaki August 9, 1945. Stories of Hiroshima Bombing–(2) Historical Representation and Identity Reconstructions. -- Different Online Reproductions -- Joy Kogawa’s Obasan. Outline.
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"Fat Man" --dropped on Nagasaki August 9, 1945.
-- Different Online Reproductions
-- Joy Kogawa’s Obasan
Issei. Grandma Nakane
Arrive in Canada 1893;
Ref. Chap 4; pp. 17-19; 20
”I am Snow White in the forest, unable to run. He is the forest full of eyes and arms. . . . ”
“In the center of my body is a rift.”
Mother separated from her by the chasm.
Beginning of Chap 15 (leaving for Slocan )
We are those pioneers who cleared the bush and the forest with our hands, the gardeners tending and attending the soil with our tenderness . . .
The novel’s preface on silence --
There is a silence that cannot speak.
There isa silence that will not speak.
Beneath the grass the speaking dreams and beneath the dreams is a sensate sea. The speech that frees comes forth from that amniotic deep. To attend its voice, I can hear it say, is to embrace its absence. But I fail the task. The word is stone.
I admit it.
(sensate: related to senses; amniotic – 羊水)
I hate the stillness. I hate the stone. I hate the sealed vault with its cold icon. I hate the staring into the night. The questions thinning into space. The sky swallowing the echoes.
Unless the stone bursts with telling, unless the seed flowers with speech, there is in my life no living word. The sound I hear is only sound. White sound. Words, when they fall, are pockmarks on the earth. They are hailstones seeking an underground stream.
If I could follow the stream down and down to the hidden voice, would I come at last to the freeing word? I ask the night sky but the silence is steadfast. There is no reply
A. Attentive – “What is it?”
B. Listen to her mother – Sansei’s suggestion
C. speak to mother (In chap 38)
D. Starts her search for ‘flesh’; for dormant blooms and love– with the letters as bones
-- another act of constructing her community
Visit the coulee in Aunt Emily’s coat;
To do what Uncle used to do;
To smell fragrance of her mother.