I will end by saying this book was short enough, but big enough to pack a punch. Ships from Dinkytown in Minneapolis, Minnesota. After they helped the family Kiyoshi and Tosh just wanted to have their physical health. The story is told from the first person point of view of Kiyoshi, the second son in a Japanese family who came to Hawai'i in the 1930s to work on the sugar cane plantations in order to better their lives. Murayama explores the challenges of family dynamics, clashing cultural values, wartime racism, and the crippling nature of poverty through the changing perceptions of Kiyoshi, the main character, growing from adolescence to adulthood; this means that the book is more questioning the world around than answering, which I loved. His older brother Tosh, is a headstrong young man, the manifestation of the growing differences between the issei first generation Japanese Americans and the nisei and as vastly different from Kiyoshi as can be imagined. Murayama wisely chose to keep the narration in traditional English, while much of the dialog is in Hawaiian pidgin creole.
I also found this story very interesting and I was glued in on reading it. Their father pointed out several first sons who had completed their filial duties, but they are all unhappy, washed up, unhealthy men according to Tosh and Kiyoshi. The novel is divided into three parts, which follow the narrator Kiyo as he grows up in the. Thanks for sharing your thoughts. The ending of All I Asking is a hopeful one that promises new beginning. However, the importance of family and filial piety are illustrated by Tosh turning down a boxing career in order to help his parents.
Here children are like a slave, parents make them work all their life and make them repay their debt. Kiyo can be said to represent someone who holds the possibility of success, even in a country that Others his body. The chronologically earlier novel is told from the point of view of Ito Sawa, and the later one from that of her son Kiyoshi. This doesn't alienate the reader, but it definitely makes them aware of their relationship to this story and its characters -- for myself, not being from Hawaii or of Japanese descent, I was reminded that this was someone else's world, someone else's culture. Dina Tosh was a very strong and independent child who had no problem telling his parents what he believe in went against most if not everything they stand for. The last vestige of fuedalism, right here, with shocking work conditions, open sewers running through the streets, impossible hours, and-- thanks to the plantation store-- nothing but negative pay.
Pages can include limited notes and highlighting, and the copy can include previous owner inscriptions. Basically the eldest boy is expected to sacrifice certain aspects of his life for the family unit. Segregation by debt is also depicted well, the deliberate system of keeping the poor in their place. Binding is tight and sturdy; text mostly clean and always readable. Deals somewhat with how Hawaii has become the place it is, torn betwen the traditions of the past and the enterprises of the future. Within the Japanese culture there is a tradition called filial piety. Just a family, trying to make its way.
His father is an unsuccessful fisherman turned plantation worker and his mother sews kimonos. A revealing portrait of life in a Japanese-American community in Hawaii in the 1930s and 1940s. It is utterly realistic, but it is peppered with humor and simple beauty. The writing style is enchanting and revealing. A great window into a world at a key point in time you may never hear of otherwise.
Kiyoshi seems more comfortable in the divide between the two generations, seeming to understand the good points of the old ways, but fully aware that his generation is somehow different. It is fascinating and realistic to see the way the various races were pitted against one another, methods that resonate in today's political world. First and foremost, I must state up front that this work is a novella length work, clocking in at approximately 100 pages. Overall the situation wasn't very pleasant or healthy. It's definitely Hawaiian Creole English.
There is a struggle between the mind and the body throughout the story, as Tosh and Kiyo are both highly intelligent, but are unable to pursue an education and are forced to do manual labor instead. I was first introduced to this book when I took an ethnic studies class. Bookseller: , Washington, United States University of Hawaii Press, 1988. All pages are intact, and the cover is intact. They are told that they should work and they have to for as many years as it takes yet all they want is opportunities and choices that are not really available to them. Does so much well -- captures a period of time with all its nuance, while speaking to so much beyond. The reactions are wonderfully varied, reflecting the complexity of emotions in the boys.
The ending wrapped up very nicely and was more fulfilling than I expected. They did not want to be run down physically and mentally like many of the other men they worked with. And that reaction is not standard text-book. Concluding that the title captures Japanese-American experience in Hawaii, plantation life, reactions to Pearl Harbor bombing, the traditional Japanese family system and the confidence the characters have in themselves. Unlike some of the more recent Japanese Hawaiian creative writing, however, Murayama tempers this pidgin language and Japanese by offering translations of terms and phrases as well as sticking primarily to standard English in the narrative proper. I personally am not very interested in learning more about what life was like for plantation workers in this time period.
The Japanese, Chinese, and Filipino plantation workers were essentially slaves who strived to keep their honor by working hard and shutting up. Most of the time all the responsibility falls on the eldest son. Murayama paints a realistic image of Hawaii's plantation era and the ethnic discrimination, and class inequality that pervaded the system. Owner name on 1st page. For some reason the analogy of the shit pyramid caught my attention.