KUROSAWA’S BROTHER by John A. A. Logan
My
American friend, Frank, known as “Uncle Frank”, who passed away this year aged
88 years, and who had fought in the Pacific against the Japanese during World
War 2, and who later, after retirement as an engineer, constructed cartoons,
and model boats, and real boats…sent me a letter last year, accompanied by two
scraps of paper.
On
the first, were these words:
“From W. H. Hudson’s Short StoryThe Story of a Piebald HorsePeople there are like birds that they come down in flocks, hop about chattering, gobble up their seed, then fly away, forgetting what they have swallowed. I love not to scatter grain for such as these. With you friend, it is different. Others may laugh if they like at the old man of many stories, who puts all things into his copper memory. I can laugh, too, knowing that all things are ordered by destiny, otherwise, I might sit down and cry.”
On
the other scrap of paper, were these words:
“It’s extraordinary how we go through life with eyes half shut, with dull ears, with dormant thoughts. Perhaps it’s just as well; and it may be that it is this very dullness that makes life to the incalculable majority so supportable and so welcome. Nevertheless, there can be but few of us who had never known one of these rare moments of awakening when we see, hear, understand ever so much – everything – in a flash – before we fall back again into our agreeable somnolence.Joseph Conrad, Lord Jim”
Friends
bring us strange treasures from far shores.
A
few years ago, another friend, Scottish, invited me to watch a film by Akira
Kurosawa, in his flat.
I
only knew of Kurosawa’s The Seven
Samurai.
But
the film that my friend had downloaded online for us to watch was Ikiru.
It
contained no Samurais.
It
was the study of a terminally ill Tokyo bureaucrat, and his reaction to his
impending death. Made in 1952, I later learned that the film had been inspired
by the Tolstoy short story, The Death of
Ivan Ilyich.
Kurosawa
had made this film, Ikiru, right
after filming The Idiot, based on
Dostoyevsky’s novel; and just before making The
Seven Samurai - as though this master Japanese film-maker had built up to
co-writing, editing and directing The
Seven Samurai by first transposing the works of Dostoyevsky and Tolstoy
onto film, thus, perhaps, better liberating his own inner voice, and inner
influences, for The Seven Samurai.
Influences…
Long
years earlier, Akira Kurosawa had an older brother named Heigo who, in
1923, took him to view the aftermath of an earthquake disaster, and would not
let the 13-year-old Akira look away from the scene of carnage and devastation.
Akira
and his brother later became inseparable, living together in Heigo’s apartment,
while Akira attempted to begin a career as a painter.
Heigo
became a successful Benshi in the
late 1920s, a silent film narrator for Tokyo cinemas showing foreign films.
But,
in the early 1930s, talking pictures arrived, putting the Benshi film narrators out of work.
Despairing
at this, in 1933, Akira’s beloved brother, Heigo, committed suicide.
The
introduction of talking pictures had destroyed Heigo’s life, it seemed.
Within
two decades, though, Akira would be on his way to becoming one of the most
important and influential talking picture directors in the history of world cinema.
Akira Kurosawa on the set of Seven Samurai in 1953
“Others
may laugh if they like at the old man of many stories, who puts all things into
his copper memory. I can laugh, too, knowing that all things are ordered by
destiny, otherwise, I might sit down and cry.” – W. H. Hudson
Comments
Toyo in Ikiru reveals to Watanabe, a dying man, that her joy in life comes from her job making toys, and that he should find a purpose in his own life in Japan.
Uncle Frank, besides boats in bottles, also hand carved marvelous puppets. He, like Watanabe, was taking stock of his life in North America, and found his purpose in planting trees and sharing his reading lists.
Lord Jim was trying to come to terms with his past life, having abandoned a ship on a pilgrimage to Mecca, and ultimately takes a bullet for the death of a rival's son in the South Seas.
And last, W.H. Hudson wrote of an ill-fated trio and the rider of the piebald horse who could have saved himself but did not, perhaps for the sake of Elaria in South America.
Life and Death, across the miles, all juxtaposed by John A. A. Logan in Scotland.
Thanks for an illuminating and moving post.