Sange. Fallen Flowers
1969; Sophia University; Volume: 24; Issue: 1/2 Linguagem: Inglês
10.2307/2383767
ISSN1880-1390
Autores Tópico(s)Contemporary Literature and Criticism
ResumoT NTENDING to use the title 'Heroic Death',1 I wrote it down on my copy paper, but it's such a very beautiful expression I began to feel that it would be too good for the title of my poor story. I erased the characters for 'Heroic Death' and changed the title to 'Fallen Flowers'.2 I parted with two friends this year. In early spring Mr. Mitsui died. After that, in May, Mr. Mita died, with honor, on a solitary island in the north. Both Mr. Mitsui and Mr. Mita were only about 26 or 27 years of age. Mr. Mitsui had been writing novels. Every time he finished one he would take it up and hurry over to my place. He would open the entranceway door loudly with a harsh clattering sound and come in. He only entered my house this way when he brought some of his work with him. When he was not bringing his work to me he would open the door softly and come in. Therefore, when Mitsui opened my door with a loud crash, I would immediately know: Ah, Mitsui has finished a novel again. Mitsui's novels were clear and beautiful in places, but as a whole they rambled along and did not come off at all. They were novels which lacked any backbone. Nevertheless, they gradually became better, although they were always criticized by me. Till the day he died, not once did they receive praise from me. It seemed he had a lung disease. But he never said much to me about his ailment. One day he suddenly said, 'Don't you smell it? Don't I smell?' Ever since he had come into my room that day, Mitsui had smelled. 'No, not at all.' 'Is that so? I don't stink?' I couldn't say: Yes, you stink.
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