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From the author of the contemporary classic "When the Emperor Was Divine," a tour de force about a group of women brought from Japan to San Francisco in the early 1900s as mail-order brides. In six unforgettable, incantatory sections, the novel traces their new lives as "picture brides:" the... read more

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A collective narrative of the diverse backgrounds/stories/experiences of the mostly very young and naive Japanese mail-order "picture" brides sent from Japan to San Francisco to meet their husbands. These men were often not the man in the picture, or the picture was twenty years old. Most were... read more (warning: may contain spoilers)

A collective narrative of the diverse backgrounds/stories/experiences of the mostly very young and naive Japanese mail-order "picture" brides sent from Japan to San Francisco to meet their husbands. These men were often not the man in the picture, or the picture was twenty years old. Most were not prosperous as the pictures made them appear to be, but instead men looking for wives - to help them in their itinerant farm work, laundries, kitchens and restaurants, to be maids, nannies, and any other unskilled work where they were silent, acquiescent and invisible. Buddah in the Attic follows their lives of silent servitude from bride to the Internment camps of 1945 and their disappearance from coastal western United States.

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  • “A girl must blend into a room: she must be present without appearing to exist. Pg. 6”
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  • “On the boat the first thing we did - before deciding who we liked and didn't like, before telling each other which one of the islands we were from, and why we were leaving, before even bothering to learn each other's names - was compare photographs of our husbands.”
  • “One by one all the old words we had taught them began to disappear from their heads. They forgot the names of the flowers in Japanese. They forgot the names of the colours.”
  • “Many of us dismissed the rumours as rumours but found ourselves spreading them - wildly, recklessly, and seemingly against our own will - nonetheless.”
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  • Haruko left a tiny laughing brass Buddha up high, in a corner of the attic, where he is still laughing to this day.
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  • A girl must blend into a room: she must be present without appearing to exist.
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  • This is America, we would say to ourselves, there is no need to worry. And we would be wrong.
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  • We gave birth to babies that were American citizens and in whose names we could finally lease land.
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  • And every year, in August, on the Feast of the Dead, we lit white paper lanterns on their gravestones and welcomed their spirits back to earth for a day. And at the end of that day, when it was time for them to leave, we set the paper lanterns afloat on the river to guide them safely home. For they were Buddhas now, who resided in the Land of Bliss.
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  • We put away our mirrors. We stopped combing our hair. We forgot about makeup. Whenever I powder my nose it just looks like frost on a mountain. We forgot about Buddha. We forgot about God. We developed a coldness inside us that still has not thawed. I fear my soul has died. We stopped writing home to our mothers. We lost weight and grew thin. We stopped bleeding. We stopped dreaming. We stopped wanting. We simply worked, that was all.
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  • And even though our husbands had warned us—They’re afraid—still, we were unprepared. Suddenly, to find ourselves the enemy.
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  • But it was not we who were cooking and cleaning and chopping, it was somebody else. And often our husbands did not even notice we’d disappeared.
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  • silver mirrors given to us by our mothers, whose last words still rang in our ears. You will see: women are weak, but mothers are strong.
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  • One calm, windless morning when the sea was flat as glass and the sky a brilliant shade of blue, the smooth black flank of a whale suddenly rose up out of the water and then disappeared and for a moment we forgot to breathe. It was like looking into the eye of the Buddha.
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First Sentence edit see section history

On the boat we were mostly virgins.

Table of Contents edit see section history

1. Come, Japanese!
2. First Night
3. Whites
4. Babies
5. The Children
6. Traitors
7. Last Day
8. A Disappearance

Acknowledgments

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This book is in Amazon.com Best Books of 2011. (authoritative list)

Authors & Contributors edit see section history

  1. Julie Otsuka (Author)

First Edition edit see section history

Original Language: English
Publisher: Knopf
Country: United States
Publication Date: August 23, 2011
ISBN: 0307700003
Page Count: 144

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  • Library of Congress: PS3615.T88B83
  • Dewey: 813`.6

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Reading Level: Adults

Sexual situations/forced sex/prostitution

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