Japanese siblings navigate myriad of wartime woes

Advertisement

Advertise with us

A self-inflicted tragedy: that was Japan’s experience in the Second World War. When the U.S. finally dropped an atomic bomb on Hiroshima, the extended family of Toronto author Terry Watada’s wife lost many members and she inherited a chunk of melted-together coins (the titular Hiroshima bomb money) buried in a family compound just outside the city.

Read this article for free:


or

Already have an account? Log in here »

To continue reading, please subscribe:

Subscribe and receive a limited-edition Free Press branded hat or tote.

Digital Subscription

One year of digital access for only $205*

  • Enjoy unlimited reading on winnipegfreepress.com
  • Read the E-Edition, our digital replica newspaper
  • Access News Break, our award-winning app
  • Play interactive puzzles

*First annual payment billed as $205.00 + GST for one year. This annual subscription will automatically renew at $233.00 + GST every 52 weeks (10% off the regular annual price of $259.35). Offer available to new and qualified returning subscribers only. Cancel any time.

To continue reading, please subscribe:

Add Free Press access to your Brandon Sun subscription for only an additional

$1 for the first 4 weeks*

  • Enjoy unlimited reading on winnipegfreepress.com
  • Read the E-Edition, our digital replica newspaper
  • Access News Break, our award-winning app
  • Play interactive puzzles
Start now

*Your next Brandon Sun subscription payment will increase by $1.00 and you will be charged $17.95 plus GST for four weeks. After four weeks, your payment will increase to $24.95 plus GST every four weeks.

Hey there, time traveller!
This article was published 02/11/2024 (701 days ago), so information in it may no longer be current.

A self-inflicted tragedy: that was Japan’s experience in the Second World War. When the U.S. finally dropped an atomic bomb on Hiroshima, the extended family of Toronto author Terry Watada’s wife lost many members and she inherited a chunk of melted-together coins (the titular Hiroshima bomb money) buried in a family compound just outside the city.

On the traces of family stories, Watada builds a fiction that follows the prewar and wartime experience of three Akamatsu siblings from Hiroshima — Hideki, who fights and witnesses Japanese atrocities in China; Chisato, who emigrates just before the war to marry a Japanese-Canadian; and Chiemi, who stays home.

Some actual governmental plans, such as the “Grand Suicide of the One Hundred Million” — when Japanese women and elderly people trained to fight with bamboo spears against the expected invasion of the American army — now seem blackly comic in retrospect.

Hiroshima Bomb Money

Hiroshima Bomb Money

Watada’s depiction of the soldier Hideki as a rabid supporter of the Japanese emperor and of the war isn’t wholly convincing. Hideki’s words, though understandably nationalistic, sound like they were re-phrased from Japanese Second World War propaganda material: “China! That’s where the Emperor needs us. Glory is coming!” Once Hideki experiences relentless bullying in boot camp, he converts against the war, a shift more plausible than his early jingoism.

Later on, Chiemi and her mother memorialize Hideki as a warrior who served to bring peace, but it’s not clear whether Watada intends their words to be taken seriously or ironically.

Most completely developed is Chisato, emigrant to Canada. After a humiliating immigration process, she meets her arranged husband, Kiyoshi Kimura, who turns out to be handsome and, at first, incredibly sensitive to her needs. Somewhat assimilated, he is president of a Japanese Christian church. The church is quite welcoming to Chisato, but Watada shows how its kindly Canadian Rev. James exerts a subtle but relentless pressure on her to become Christian.

Kiyoshi, meanwhile, flips from ideal husband into caricature, revealing himself as an alcoholic who frequents prostitutes and is a brute to his wife. In Watada’s melodramatic turn, Kiyoshi asks God’s forgiveness for his alcoholism, yet continues to rage against Chisato. More convincingly, Watada later shows Chisato’s difficult road when her husband’s wealth no longer insulates her from Canadian anger against the Japanese.

A spiritual undercurrent runs through Hiroshima Bomb Money, least credible in the several mysterious appearances of Otousan’s (the father’s) ghost after his death, but far more effective in fragments of Buddhist wisdom, often at the heads of chapters. Chiemi’s Buddhist understanding — “Life is dukka” (suffering) — pervades the novel and, under mini-headings, the “Eightfold Path” (Right View, Right Resolve, Right Speech, Right Action, Right Livelihood, Right Effort, Right Mindfulness and Right Concentration) comments on the action in complex ways.

The Buddha’s “Right Speech” aligns with Chiemi giving hospital patients words of comfort, but then patients and staff recite a loyalty pledge, swearing to help “destroy America and England” — a speech that circumvents Buddhist ideals.

“Right Livelihood” has Chiemi caring for injured soldiers; yet with her husband stationed in Hong Kong, she grows closer to the married Captain Inouye, until, under “Right Effort,” she commits adultery. It’s difficult to wholly fault her for reaching for joy as American bombing increases.

Under “Right Concentration,” the atomic bomb drops. This initially makes the teaching feel utterly ironic, but Chiemi’s concentrated actions after the bombing suggest that Watada ultimately strives not for irony, but for hope.

Reinhold Kramer is a Brandon University English professor. With Tom Mitchell, he is presently completing a book about the 1945 Gouzenko Affair.

Report Error Submit a Tip

More Stories

Japanese siblings navigate myriad of wartime woes

Reviewed by Reinhold Kramer 4 minute read Preview

Japanese siblings navigate myriad of wartime woes

Reviewed by Reinhold Kramer 4 minute read Saturday, Nov. 2, 2024

A self-inflicted tragedy: that was Japan’s experience in the Second World War. When the U.S. finally dropped an atomic bomb on Hiroshima, the extended family of Toronto author Terry Watada’s wife lost many members and she inherited a chunk of melted-together coins (the titular Hiroshima bomb money) buried in a family compound just outside the city.

On the traces of family stories, Watada builds a fiction that follows the prewar and wartime experience of three Akamatsu siblings from Hiroshima — Hideki, who fights and witnesses Japanese atrocities in China; Chisato, who emigrates just before the war to marry a Japanese-Canadian; and Chiemi, who stays home.

Some actual governmental plans, such as the “Grand Suicide of the One Hundred Million” — when Japanese women and elderly people trained to fight with bamboo spears against the expected invasion of the American army — now seem blackly comic in retrospect.

Watada’s depiction of the soldier Hideki as a rabid supporter of the Japanese emperor and of the war isn’t wholly convincing. Hideki’s words, though understandably nationalistic, sound like they were re-phrased from Japanese Second World War propaganda material: “China! That’s where the Emperor needs us. Glory is coming!” Once Hideki experiences relentless bullying in boot camp, he converts against the war, a shift more plausible than his early jingoism.

Read
Saturday, Nov. 2, 2024

Morning-show veteran swaps microphone for macchiatos at new Corydon café

David Sanderson 9 minute read Preview

Morning-show veteran swaps microphone for macchiatos at new Corydon café

David Sanderson 9 minute read Yesterday at 2:00 AM CDT

Good news if you were used to having your morning coffee with Terri Gale, who earlier this summer signed off from CTV Your Morning, after 15 years on the job.

Gale, the three-hour program’s longtime weather expert, and her husband Rob Gale, the ex-head soccer coach of Valour FC and co-founder of the Northern Super League’s new Winnipeg franchise, are the owners of Golden Hour Café and Bar at 775 Corydon Ave.

Gale (formerly Apostle) nods when she is asked who would know more about caffeinated beverages than a person who, for the last decade and a half, set her alarm to go off in the wee small hours.

“I do love coffee and take mine black. Except because I hate burning my tongue — not a good thing when you speak for a living — I got into the habit of throwing a couple of ice cubes in my cup, to be on the safe side,” Gale says, seated on the second level of their attractive, 2,100-square-foot premises, which officially opened in mid-September.

Read
Yesterday at 2:00 AM CDT

’Disgusting’ posters being investigated by police

Morgan Modjeski 4 minute read Yesterday at 2:22 PM CDT

The Winnipeg Police Service major crimes unit is investigating what some have labelled offensive and hateful posters on full-display at a Winnipeg home.

One of the people irked by the display is Gracie Garrett. She’s has lived on Ashburn Street in Winnipeg’s Minto neighbourhood for almost ten years. She’s never felt unsafe in the neighbourhood before, but now, a set of posters plastered on a nearby house are making her feel uneasy.

The five signs, posted facing the street prominently on a front window, contain a slur, refer to Nazis as “heroes” and call Muslims, Christians and other groups “evil.”

Learning of the signs Friday, Garrett said she’ll be reporting the posters to police, as she worries they incite and promote violence.

May be whiff of truth to ex’s odour ardour

Maureen Scurfield 5 minute read Yesterday at 2:01 AM CDT

DEAR MISS LONELYHEARTS: I ran into an old boyfriend I used to curl on a team with, and we went for drinks. We’ve been almost eight years apart, and I couldn’t remember why we broke up, as we always had such a great time together.

It wasn’t until the second date — this time on a weekend — that it came back to me, with a jolt. Pee-yew! I remembered he doesn’t use deodorant on weekends. Why? He enjoys his own body odour. I recalled that a bit too late, and it was just as awful as ever! I went home early.

Tonight, he called and I refused him another date. I said, “Think back. You remember why we broke up?” Then he said, “Oh yeah, you hated my no-deodorant weekend policy. Well, guess what? Some women don’t mind!” I said I really doubted that, and that ended the conversation. Miss L., wouldn’t any women find stinky underarms offensive?

— Sensitive Nose, Fort Richmond

Puzzles Palace

1 minute read Monday, Jul. 27, 2026

To solve our puzzles, please subscribe with this special offer: |

Record participation, funds raised in 2026 breast cancer awareness race

Maggie Macintosh 4 minute read Preview

Record participation, funds raised in 2026 breast cancer awareness race

Maggie Macintosh 4 minute read 2:23 PM CDT

It’s become a tradition for the West End Legends to gather, get dressed up in hot pink and gab about their late girlfriend on the first Sunday of Breast Cancer Awareness Month.

“Mary was a beauty, a brain, an athlete and a friend,” said Linda Opalko, a 67-year-old member of the fundraising team founded in honour of Mary Stawychny.

Stawychny’s last breath was taken the same day the group — made up of friends the career teacher maintained since she grew up on Ingersoll Street more than 50 years ago — got together for the 2022 CIBC Run for the Cure.

“We were walking as she was leaving us four years ago,” Opalko said as she and fellow fundraisers strolled down Wellington Crescent on Sunday morning.

Read
2:23 PM CDT