My
vivacious, widowed Japanese mother, whom
I later wrote a novel about, had been a middle
school history teacher. After dinner it was
she and I who enacted scenes of ancient Japanese
heroes, the lives of famous samurai with a
broom as a sword and, above all, the antics
of Ninja, our faces covered with a tea towel,
jumping from one room to the other...all to
the amusement of my Japanese brothers.
The
result was two lampshades broken and a couple of shattered
brooms. It was hilarious, to say the least! But that
is how I came to know Japan and its culture. And quite
thoroughly, I think I can say, thanks to Tsumano Otsuka,
my Japanese mother.
All the
while I continued to compose music and write novels and short
stories. |