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The Fall of Language in the Age of English - Minae Mizumura
PREFACE TO THE ENGLISH EDITION
The dominance of English is a subject often discussed in the mass media and by scholars in the West. When Professor Mari Yoshihara approached me with the idea of rendering this book into English, I was simply thankful and did not envision the difficulty that would be involved. I flattered myself in thinking that the book might contribute to the ongoing debate by adding a theoretical and historical perspective that has not been sufficiently explored. I also hoped the book would help readers become acquainted, however tangentially, with a magical written language only a few of them are likely ever to know.
Naturally some adjustments were expected from the start. Written for the general reader in Japan, the book is overflowing with concepts, proper nouns, and historical facts that would mean little to readers unfamiliar with that country. A straightforward translation would end up appealing only to Japanese specialists, who can always read the book in the original if they so wish. I wanted to make the book open to a wider readership, realizing that once the translation came out, my ideas could reach not just readers in the English-speaking world but readers everywhere in this age of English. Professor Juliet Winters Carpenter agreed to collaborate with me in revising the book for this purpose, adding explanations here, shortening or eliminating there, and recasting the discussion as necessary for a new readership.
The true nature of the challenge became apparent to me only after she and I set to work. The book’s original title, rendered in English, was When the Japanese Language Falls: In the Age of English.
That title was changed for the translation, but even so the thread running throughout the work is the same: my sense of crisis over the current state of the written language in Japan. My dismay and frustration are first expressed at the end of the first chapter, where I declare that, rude though it may sound, I find much of contemporary Japanese literature just juvenile.
In the original, I then conclude with the following words, which have been deleted from the translation because they are specifically addressed to Japanese readers:
This book was written for those who, in moments of solitude, quietly worry about the future of Japanese literature and the Japanese language. It is for those who think that what is being written in Japanese today is ultimately of little relevance but who wish, with mingled despair and resignation, that at the very least more people would read Japanese literature written in those years when it was deserving of the name.¹
I limited prospective readers of the original to those sharing my sense of crisis, thereby freeing myself from the need to justify my ungracious claim about contemporary Japanese literature. The sentiment that the Japanese language is falling
is in fact so widely shared by lovers of modern Japanese literature that it seemed to me to require no explanation.
The problem is that this sentiment will not be evident to—cannot possibly be grasped by—anyone reading this book in translation. For readers unfamiliar with Japan, my distress is likely to sound no different from the lament voiced by those involved with literature and the humanities the world over; the lament of librarians, schoolteachers, and middle-class parents; the lament that such people have always made and that now in the age of the Internet has only increased in harping intensity: Young people don’t read real literature!
Yet I would say that as a Japanese observing the folly of her country, my frustration is of a different order—it borders on disbelief. But little of this sentiment, I fear, can easily be understood by readers of this book in translation.
Worse, because the book is founded on that frustration of mine, it may end up sounding overly patriotic. Every ethnic group cherishes its language and takes pride in its literature. Some readers may protest that this book gives pride of place to Japanese, which is merely one language among many, and trumpets the brilliance of modern Japanese literature, which is merely one literature among many. But my aim is not to congratulate my fellow Japanese for whatever our ancestors may have accomplished. The important point to remember is that Japanese is a non-Western language, and the first blossoming of Japanese modern literature, written in this non-Western language, took place some century and a half ago after a long and tortuous course dating back to the seventh century, when the country first acquired a written language. I wanted Japanese readers to understand how truly miraculous that blossoming was, to have them see what a treasure we share, and to make the case that we are now on the verge of letting that treasure slip through our fingers.
I attempted at first to use this preface to the English translation to explain my dismay and frustration but soon abandoned the attempt. Explaining would have required me to go into considerable detail, taking up many pages and taxing the reader’s patience. Instead, I decided to substantially rewrite the final chapter to describe the current linguistic and cultural mess we Japanese find ourselves in and to sketch in terms relevant to foreign readers how we might yet escape from it.
When Mari Yoshihara volunteered to translate the book into English, I assumed that it would be years before anything happened, knowing how busy she is with her other work. But to my astonishment, she finished the first six chapters in just six months. I myself, slowed in part by fragile health, took six years to write the book, so her quickness floored me. Then, in the blink of an eye, she found me a distinguished publisher: Columbia University Press. Her power of action, and her total commitment to seeing the book into print, far exceeded my expectations. I was tied up with other projects, however, and unable to begin revising the manuscript for English readers right away. Once I got started, as mentioned, I sought the assistance of Juliet Winters Carpenter, who had just recently rendered my novel A True Novel into English. When her fingers touch the keyboard, a dizzying variety of English phrases appear as if by magic. I am struck by her utter mastery of her craft.
I am deeply grateful to both of my translators.
INTRODUCTION
MARI YOSHIHARA AND JULIET WINTERS CARPENTER
The Fall of Lanugage in the Age of English (Nihongo ga horobiru toki: Eigo no seika no naka de) by Minae Mizumura caused a sensation when it came out in Japan in 2008. Not only did the book achieve high critical acclaim, winning the Kobayashi Hideo Award for the year’s outstanding work of nonfiction, but also it was a surprising commercial success: soon after being published, it ranked number one on Amazon Japan, an almost unheard-of feat for a work of such intellectual substance. As of April 2014, sixty-five thousand hardcover copies had been sold.
Controversy spurred the book’s success. An influential author and blogger flatly declared The Fall of Language a must-read for all Japanese,
sparking an Internet flame war fanned by irate people who had either not read or misread the book and equally irate people who had read it and disliked it. Legions of others joined in, equally vociferous in the book’s defense. Thanks to this initial controversy, other media picked up the book and it went on to reach readers far beyond literary and academic circles.
Though originally written for Japanese readers, Mizumura’s book has the power to extend its reach. The broader themes of language and literature the author addresses will lead those who come across the book in translation to ask themselves about the missions of their own language and literature in a world where English functions as the universal language. Mizumura’s analysis is breathtakingly innovative and will appeal not only to those interested in Japanese studies or the humanities but to all who care about the written word.
MINAE MIZUMURA, NOVELIST
In Japan, the book made a special impact partly because of its author, the acclaimed novelist Minae Mizumura.
Born in Tokyo in the 1950s, Mizumura moved with her family to Long Island, New York, at the age of twelve. Even though she lived in the United States for the next two decades, she never came to feel quite at ease there, and she spent her teenage years yearning for home while absorbed in stories from a sixty-three-volume collection of modern Japanese literature—an experience that forever shaped her sensibilities about language and literature. She studied French literature and literary criticism at Yale, both in college and in graduate school, during its heyday as the center of literary theory; her first publication was a much-praised critical essay in English on the central and controversial theorist Paul de Man.¹ Yet she never considered a career in academia, and she returned to Japan to devote herself to doing what she had always wanted to do—write fiction in her native language.
From the first, Mizumura has played with ideas of language, literature, and translation in her fiction, returning repeatedly to the question: What does it mean to read and write in the Japanese language—or any language other than English—in the world today? In her debut novel, Zoku meian (Light and dark, continued, 1990), she daringly and mischievously completed the final, unfinished work of Natsume Sōseki, the titan of the modern Japanese novel, perfectly capturing his idiosyncratic style. Her second novel, Shishōsetsu from left to right (An I-novel from left to right, 1995), was equally but differently audacious. Written as a fictionalized autobiography, a long-cherished genre in Japan, the text is interwoven with English and printed horizontally—marking the first time that a work of Japanese literature was printed in this way, from left to right.
Her third novel, A True Novel (Honkaku shōsetsu, 2002)—available in English—is an imaginative tour de force, a complex, multi layered retelling of Emily Brontë’s Wuthering Heights. In it, she follows in the footsteps of earlier Japanese writers by basing her work on a Western classic while bringing the extraordinary romance home for Japanese readers. Translations have been published in French, Spanish, Chinese, and Korean as well as English. Mizumura’s most recent novel, Haha no isan—shinbun shōsetsu (Inheritance from mother: A newspaper novel, 2011), was, as indicated by the title, originally serialized weekly in a major newspaper. Narrating the saga of three generations of Japanese women, the first of whom tragicomically identifies herself with a heroine in a newspaper novel, the work highlights the role that such novels played in the formation of the modern Japanese language and psyche. Each of Mizumura’s novels has won a distinguished literary prize: Zoku meian won the Minister of Education Award for New Artists; Shishōsetsu from left to right, the Noma New Author Award; A True Novel, the Yomiuri Prize for Literature; and Haha no isan—shinbun shōsetsu, the Osaragi Jirō Award.
Precisely because Mizumura keeps returning to the question of what it means to read and write in the Japanese language, examining the traditional in highly unconventional ways, her novels have a unique attraction for Japanese readers while posing unique challenges for the translator. For instance, the intermingling of English and Japanese in her fictional autobiography cannot possibly have the same effect in languages using the Roman alphabet. That novel also inserts vertical printing amid the horizontal text and mixes different typefaces and modes of notation, new and old, for different effects. The difficulty—or impossibility—of translating her novels is undeniable; yet, resisting any temptation to write in a more transparent style, she has continued to stimulate and amuse her readers (and herself) by producing works of literature that evoke the path that written Japanese has traveled. Why she does so will become clear in The Fall of Language in the Age of English.
THE FALL OF LANGUAGE IN THE AGE OF ENGLISH
In this, her first nonfiction book, Mizumura discusses the same issues she has grappled with as a novelist. She takes a critical look at the phenomenon of the English language functioning as the singular universal language today, in the digital era, and what this means for national languages and literatures of the world. The effects of English supremacy, though vaguely acknowledged, have nowhere been so lucidly and mercilessly examined as in this book. The fact of English supremacy is something most native speakers of English unknowingly suppress, all the while enjoying the privileges that come with it. Many non-English-speaking populations, however, cannot afford to suppress that fact but are forced to face it in one way or another, though their writers generally turn their backs on the linguistic asymmetry lest they end up too discouraged to write, overwhelmed by the unfairness of it all.
Mizumura opens with an engaging account of her experience in the International Writing Program at the University of Iowa in 2003. Through sometimes humorous, often touching encounters with authors from around the world, she begins to consider the meaning of national literature,
especially literature being written in non-English languages. She next turns her attention to French, a language she herself spent years studying. She reflects on her own relationship with Japanese, English, and French to shed light on a recent historical shift by which French, once the world’s reigning language, was reduced to being merely one among many. At the core of this section is a talk she gave in French in Paris, slyly urging the French audience to confront the deplorable downfall of their language. It is a delightful read—unless you happen to be French.
From there, Mizumura traces the development of the hierarchy of languages using three core concepts—universal language, local language, and national language. Building on Benedict Anderson’s now-classic Imagined Communities (1983), and revealing a critical blind spot in his analysis, she provides insight into what a universal language truly is. The highlight of her analysis rests on her focus on the role of translation—an endeavor little understood or appreciated in the modern era. According to Mizumura, it was the very act of translation from the universal language into various vernaculars that gave birth to national languages and literatures.
Then she contemplates a miracle: nineteenth-century Japan’s production of an extraordinary corpus of modern novels shortly after opening its doors to the West, despite geographical, cultural, and linguistic constraints. In aggregate, these novels are now counted among the major literatures of the world. Mizumura devotes an entire chapter to a groundbreaking analysis of Sōseki’s bildungsroman, Sanshirō (1908).
Next her examination of English as today’s universal language challenges the naïve celebration of the Internet as the conveyer of global knowledge. She cautions that the act of acquiring knowledge is wholly dependent on the language one knows. The less English one knows, the less access one has to global knowledge. This leads more and more people in the non-English-speaking world, especially those whom she calls seekers of knowledge,
to be drawn into the universal
world of English, possibly leading to the impoverishment of their own language—an outcome that would, in turn, assuredly lead to the impoverishment of the entire human race.
In the final chapter, Mizumura begins by reflecting on the possible future of various languages, Western and non-Western alike. She then takes the reader to a specific period in Japanese history, the years following the defeat in World War II, and the detrimental effect that period had on Japanese language and literature. Her account of how the war and the American occupation affected the nation’s written language will surely come as a surprise to many readers, as will her description of the current sorry state of language arts education in Japan. The book closes with suggestions for major policy changes in the nation’s education system.
THE AFTERMATH
The impact of The Fall of Language in Japan has been tremendous. As we have seen, the book’s initial commercial success owed much to controversy that erupted on the Internet. That flame war was fueled in part by the book’s provocative original title, which means literally when the Japanese language falls: in the age of English.
Some took the title as a warning that the Japanese language is at imminent risk of perishing under the dominance of English. Yet Mizumura makes no such claim. She clearly indicates that the long history of the Japanese language, the large population of its users, and the nation’s relative economic stability and cultural autonomy make it highly improbable that Japanese will disappear in any foreseeable future. She is concerned about the quality of written Japanese and about whether Japanese modern literature—that is, those works worthy of being passed on for generations to come—will continue to attract readers.
The power of the Internet to ignite diatribes aside, the ferocity with which the book was initially attacked—antagonistic readers resorted to deleting favorable Amazon reviews, which a major newspaper found newsworthy—deserves some attention. The book broke taboos, especially in the final chapter. That Mizumura is a woman in a society where men still basically control intellectual debate must have contributed to the vitriol. None of her suggestions for improvements in the education system is drastic in and of itself, but the accumulation may have worked to exasperate people, evoking reactions like these:
Mizumura says we must defend the Japanese language. She must be a jingoist who ignores Japan’s imperial past and the way we imposed our language on other Asians.
She says children must read classics of modern Japanese literature. She must be a hopeless reactionary.
No, she must be an elitist.
She says to give special English education to a cadre of chosen people? Then she is definitely an elitist.
She talks down about contemporary Japanese literature, when even Americans say it’s great!
Really, who does she think she is, a privileged bilingual preaching to the rest of us Japanese!
Then, on November 26, 2008, while the controversy was still in full swing, a review came out in the literary arts column of the newspaper Asahi Shimbun in which, after conceding that the book is large in scope and inspiring,
the columnist voiced comments closely echoing the attacks circulating on the Internet: the book was virtually indistinguishable from nationalist cries,
an affirmation of elitism,
and even, said this woman, just all too macho.
(Asahi Shimbun, it should be noted, is Japan’s closest equivalent to the New York Times or Le Monde.)
As the initial buzz subsided and the book reached wider readership, however, The Fall of Language indeed became a must-read among the well-educated segment of Japanese society. A flood of reviews, essays, roundtables, and interviews appeared in well over a hundred newspapers, magazines, and other national print media. It seems as if everyone from novelists, poets, translators, linguists, and literary scholars to journalists, schoolteachers, diplomats, businesspeople, physicists, and neuroscientists has written or spoken publicly about the book. This surge of attention attests to the urgency with which the Japanese reading public was waiting for a book like this, one that gives voice to their angst about the linguistic future of their country. Eventually related books began appearing; one has even called for the Japanese language to be protected by law.
That said, it is our opinion that the book will be even better served when read outside Japan. Japanese readers have been traumatized by years of senseless language and literature education in both English and Japanese; as a result, they tend to focus all their attention on the final chapter, where Mizumura talks about the need for pedagogical changes. The ideas presented in earlier chapters often get lost in the shuffle. Yet what makes this book a genuinely worthwhile read is its theoretical and historical analysis of written language, literature, and translation, a contribution that has significance far beyond the rise and fall of any one language. May readers around the world engage in a fruitful dialogue with the ideas presented in this fascinating book.
NOTE ON NAMES AND BOOK TITLES
Except for the names of the author and the translator Mari Yoshihara, who have established identities in English, Japanese names are rendered family name first, as custom dictates in Japan. For authors writing at the dawn of modernity who are better known by a pen name, that name is used, after their name is first introduced in full. For instance, Natsume Sōseki is referred to as Sōseki.
For Japanese books that have been translated, the title is given in English first, with the original title in parentheses; for untranslated books, the Japanese title is used, with an English gloss.
1. UNDER THE BLUE SKY OF IOWA
THOSE WHO WRITE IN THEIR OWN LANGUAGE
September mornings in Iowa City get pretty chilly.
Stepping out of the hotel, I saw a scattering of writers waiting for the minibuses, standing stooped with mugs of steamy Starbucks coffee in hand. Writers tend to be stooped specimens to begin with, and these looked particularly so in the cold morning air. At their feet was a variety of luggage in all shapes and sizes.
Before I left Japan, I had gone to the Web site of the International Writing Program, or IWP, and printed out the list of writers participating in this Fall Residency. Intent on familiarizing myself with their faces, names, and brief biographies during my flight to Iowa, I made a point of putting the printout in my carry-on bag. Yet even now, the morning when we were about to set out together on a four-day trip to Minneapolis, I still hadn’t studied the list. My physical ailments and the medication that I had been taking left me groggy, unable to muster the energy to browse through it. Besides, nearly all the names on the list were foreign ones I could hardly pronounce.
Today was going to be the day I would meet most of the other writers for the first time. Some were engaged in a friendly chat, while others stood apart, looking all the more aloof in the cold morning air. They had already been in Iowa for a month or so, whereas I had arrived just a few days before. Not only that, I had arrived with a hidden vow to keep my participation to a minimum. Still, as I stood there alone with my overnight bag, not knowing what to do with myself, I felt that as a newcomer I should at least introduce myself to some of the others. But this morning, as on so many other mornings, I was feeling lethargic, and so I only kept eyeing them.
Two minibuses soon arrived. Most of the Westerners headed toward one, and shortly afterward, Asians with uniformly black hair began trooping toward the other. The group seemed to split naturally into two as for one reason or another the Westerners stuck together, leaving the Asians behind. I see, this is how it goes, I told myself. I then headed toward the second bus, the one with mostly Asian passengers.
Seated at the back of the bus were several buff East Asian men at the peak of their manhood, Chinese or Korean or both. In the middle of the bus was a woman with the air of a girl. The line from cheekbone to chin, as keen as if carved with a knife, reminded me of the women in the film The Scent of Green Papaya, which I had seen about ten years earlier. She must be Vietnamese, I thought, or some other Southeast Asian nationality. Toward the front of the bus was a man who looked just like a Japanese, with plump cheeks and small eyes slanting downward. He seemed close to sixty, not exactly the peak of manhood. I wondered what nationality he was, knowing that I was the sole Japanese participant. There were three whites on the bus, among them the program director, Chris, to whom I had already introduced myself the day before; he was doing double duty as our driver. I was the last one to board the bus through the front door, so I ended up sitting in the passenger seat beside him. A journalist and a poet, Chris was a handsome man whose blond-bearded face still looked a bit boyish.
Soon after Chris started us on our journey, I turned around to greet the man sitting diagonally behind me, the one with typical Japanese features, only to find him looking vacantly out the window. Rather curiously, I thought, he occupied the aisle seat, leaving the window seat next to him empty. Across the aisle from him was a young white man who likewise occupied the aisle seat, leaving the window seat next to him empty, and he too was looking vacantly out the window.
Once we left the college town behind, tall buildings disappeared and modest, two-story houses typical of the American countryside took their place, lit by the white morning light. The view was not particularly beautiful. There was none of the poetry one sees in scenes of the countryside in American films. There was neither order nor coherence, much as in life itself.
Turning to Chris, I roused myself and said exactly what an American might say at such a moment: Beautiful day!
Chris responded, Yes, very beautiful!
as one would expect of an American constitutionally blessed, as most Americans are, with an admirably positive outlook on life. And with that began something of a conversation. When I engage an American in conversation, typically the exchange follows a pattern: I try to come up with a question, and the almost always talkative American responds with a lengthy answer. On this day, I had no trouble coming up with one question after another, for, having arrived late and missed the orientation week, I knew next to nothing about the IWP.
While effortlessly steering the wheel, Chris, who has an astonishingly orderly brain—a trait common among American intellectuals but rare among speakers of Japanese, a language that doesn’t even require a clear distinction between and
and but
—gave me a succinct summary of the IWP, including its history and its current financial situation. He was relaxed enough to turn toward me and show me his blond-bearded smile as he spoke. He was, of course, constantly checking the rearview mirror. He also reached out an arm from time to time to find a radio station that played classical music or to adjust the volume. I myself am a bad driver who hardly ever took the wheel and ended up losing my license by forgetting to renew it; as I listened with an occasional Oh, yes?
or Really?
I was in secret awe of Chris for being able to talk coherently while simultaneously driving and doing so many other things.
Meanwhile, I felt the presence of the Asian writers in the bus weighing on me, especially the middle-aged man sitting right behind me, the one who looked so Japanese.
Fifteen minutes or so passed. When Chris paused, I made an overt gesture this time to turn myself around, feeling I should at least introduce myself. In such a situation, the longer you wait, the harder it is to begin a conversation. The man was still looking vacantly out the window, but this time he noticed me. I put on the brightest smile I could and said, Hi! I am from Japan.
The man had a gentle face. It also seemed full of wisdom. I wondered if he might be Korean or Chinese. Mentally I combed through my meager knowledge of