Chapter I: Pages 3-6.
Of late, I have come to sense within myself an accumulation of all kinds of things that cannot find adequate expression via an objective artistic form such as the novel.
Sun and Steel was written in 1968. Two years before Mishima took his life. We can perceive from the first line of this essay that he was aware of some kind of 'evolution', but for some reason, he couldn't express it in the way he used to do. I guess the present work was that. The rest of the novels Mishima used characters to camouflage himself. This is a 'face-to-face' essay. Mishima is showing himself without taboos.
The “I” with which I shall occupy myself will not be the “I” that relates back strictly to myself, but something else, some residue, that remains after all the other words I have uttered have flowed back into me, something that neither relates back nor flows back.
This is interesting. Mishima is now at a point of no return. He is no longer a novelist but something else. A warrior? A samurai? A Japanese nationalist? He was perfectly aware of his transformation. When he stated that 'neither relates back nor flows back', he was probably thinking of suicide.
One day, it occurred to me to set about cultivating my orchard for all I was worth. For my purpose, I used sun and steel. Unceasing sunlight and implements fashioned of steel became the chief elements in my husbandry. Little by little, the orchard began to bear fruit, and thoughts of the body came to occupy a large part of my consciousness.
Important feature: Mishima was also interested in bodybuilding. I think he just used metaphors: orchards, husbandry, fruits, sun and steel. The pure work on the body. His physical body started to occupy the largest part of his awareness. Time for the katana and not the pen.
First comes the pillar of plain wood, then the white ants that feed on it. But for me, the white ants were there from the start, and the pillar of plain wood emerged tardily, already half eaten away.
Mishima had a poor image of himself when he was young. I can't know if this thought continued to the rest of his days. Everything started when he was rejected from joining the Japanese army because he appeared to be sick and not strong enough. This is something that influenced him in most of his novels, but writing didn't heal Mishima, and he felt like the pillar of plain wood was already half eaten away. Time for building a more robust body. He no longer will be rejected for being weak.
The natural corollary of such a tendency was that I should openly admit the existence of reality and the body only in fields where words had no part whatsoever.
Mishima started his journey to bodybuilding with accepting another reality. Surprisingly, he never left literature behind. He kept writing for two years straight. He even finished his trilogy with 'The Corruption of an Angel'. Yet Mishima felt the necessity to prepare himself for the 'point of no return' that I referred to before.
It is perhaps only natural that this type of panic and fear, though so obviously the product of a misconception, should postulate another more desirable physical existence, another more desirable reality. Never dreaming that the body existing in a form that rejected existence was universal in the
male, I set about constructing my ideal hypothetical physical existence by investing it with all the opposite characteristics. And since my own, abnormal bodily existence was doubtless a product of the intellectual corrosion of words, the ideal body—the ideal existence—must, I told myself, be absolutely free from any interference by words. Its characteristics could be summed up as taciturnity and beauty of form.
That summarises pretty well the first chapter.
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Mishima is now in another reality; he is preparing his body to go to a point of no return, and words can be left behind. Now, we will see how he goes through it.
In this way my mind, without realizing what it was doing, straddled these two contradictory elements and, godlike, set about trying to manipulate them. It was thus that I started writing novels. And this increased still further my thirst for reality and the flesh.
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TO BE CONTINUED...
Is anyone interested in doing the second chapter?
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