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
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 girl must blend into a room: she must be present without appearing to exist. Pg. 6”Narrator
“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.”
Haruko left a tiny laughing brass Buddha up high, in a corner of the attic, where he is still laughing to this day.Highlighted by 33 Kindle customers
A girl must blend into a room: she must be present without appearing to exist.Highlighted by 23 Kindle customers
This is America, we would say to ourselves, there is no need to worry. And we would be wrong.Highlighted by 16 Kindle customers
We gave birth to babies that were American citizens and in whose names we could finally lease land.Highlighted by 16 Kindle customers
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.Highlighted by 15 Kindle customers
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.Highlighted by 15 Kindle customers
And even though our husbands had warned us—They’re afraid—still, we were unprepared. Suddenly, to find ourselves the enemy.Highlighted by 13 Kindle customers
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.Highlighted by 13 Kindle customers
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.Highlighted by 10 Kindle customers
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.Highlighted by 9 Kindle customers
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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