Hardboiled & Hard Luck
By Banana Yoshimoto and Michael Emmerich
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In cherished novels such as Kitchen and Goodbye Tsugumi, Banana Yoshimoto’s warm, witty, and heartfelt depictions of the lives of young Japanese have earned her international acclaim and bestseller status. Her insightful, spare vision returns in two novellas possessed by the ghosts of love found and lost. In Hardboiled, the unnamed narrator is hiking in the mountains on an anniversary she has forgotten about, the anniversary of her ex-lover’s death. As she nears her hotel—stopping on the way at a hillside shrine and a strange soba shop—a sense of haunting falls over her. Perhaps these eerie events will help her make peace with her loss. Hard Luck is about another young woman, whose sister is dying and lies in a coma. Kuni’s fiancé left her after the accident, but his brother Sakai continues to visit, and the two of them gradually grow closer as they make peace with the impending loss of their loved one. Yoshimoto’s voice is clear, assured, and deeply moving, displaying again why she is one of Japan’s, and the world’s, most beloved writers.
“A sparkling book.” —The Washington Post
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- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Great book. It helps me reflect myself. Which I find helpful.
- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/53.5 stars. I loved the first story better than the second one.
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Hardboiled & Hard Luck - Banana Yoshimoto
HARDBOILED
&
HARD LUCK
Also by Banana Yoshimoto:
Kitchen
N. P.
Lizard
Amrita
Asleep
Goodbye Tsugumi
HARDBOILED
&
HARD LUCK
Banana Yoshimoto
Translated from the Japanese by Michael Emmerich
Copyright © 1999 by Banana Yoshimoto
Translation copyright © 2005 by Michael Emmerich
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without permission in writing from the publisher, except by a reviewer, who may quote brief passages in a review. Any members of educational institutions wishing to photocopy part or all of the work for classroom use, or publishers who would like to obtain permission to include the work in an anthology, should send their inquiries to Grove/Atlantic, Inc., 841 Broadway, New York, NY 10003.
First published in Japan by Rockin’ On, Inc.
English translation rights arranged through Japan Foreign-Rights Centre/Writers House LLC.
Published simultaneously in Canada
Printed in the United States of America
FIRST EDITION
Cover design by Gretchen Mergenthaler
Cover painting © Yoshimoto Nara, 1999
Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Yoshimoto, Banana, 1964-
[Hadoboirudo. English]
Hardboiled ; & Hard luck / Banana Yoshimoto ; translated from the Japanese by Michael Emmerich.
p.cm
ISBN 0-8021-1799-6 (pbk.)
eISBN 978-0-8021-9100-7
I. Emmerich, Michael. II. Yoshimoto, Banana, 1964- Hado rakku. English. III. Title: Hard Luck. IV. Title.
PL865.O7138H3313 2005
895.6’35—dc222005040210
Grove Press
an imprint of Grove/Atlantic, Inc.
841 Broadway
New York, NY 10003
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Contents
HARDBOILED
HARD LUCK
HARDBOILED
1
The Shrine
Iwas traveling alone, no destination in mind.
One afternoon, I found myself walking on a mountain road.
It was the first road up the mountainside after the highway; I liked how it felt to be walking there, hidden under its lush canopy of green.
When I first set out along the road, I’d been gazing down at the lovely patterns formed by the play of shadow and light.
My heart was light then; I felt like someone starting out on a walk.
Looking at the map, I saw that the road was marked as a hiking trail, and that it would eventually rejoin the highway.
I strolled along, feeling fine, under an afternoon sun so warm it seemed like spring.
But the road was unexpectedly difficult, with lots of steep slopes.
I kept walking, throwing my heart into the task, as the sun slowly began to sink; by the time I noticed the evening star it was already gleaming in the brilliant indigo sky, its light as clear as a jewel’s. To the west, in a sky still tinted with traces of pink, the long, thin, late-autumn clouds, dyed in soft colors, were gradually being swallowed up by the darkness. The moon had risen. It was a small sliver of a moon, no wider than a fingernail.
If I keep going at this rate,
I muttered to myself, who knows when I’ll reach the town.
I had been walking along in silence for so long, I had almost forgotten what my own voice sounded like. My knees were tired; my toes were beginning to ache.
Good thing I went with the hotel. I’d be too late for dinner at an inn.
I thought about calling ahead, but I was so deep in the mountains that I couldn’t use my cell phone. All of a sudden, I felt hungry. It wouldn’t be that much longer until I arrived at the small town where I had reserved a room. As soon as I get there, I’ll go and have a hot meal, I thought, slightly quickening my pace.
Suddenly, just as I came to a bend in the road that led back into a slightly more remote part of the mountain, beyond the reach of the streetlights, I was overcome by an extremely unpleasant sensation. I had the illusion that space itself had bent gelatinously out of shape, so that no matter how long I walked, I would never make any progress.
I’ve never had any sort of supernatural powers. But at a certain point I learned to sense things, even if only faintly, that my eyes can’t see.
I’m a woman. Once, just once, I went out with another woman. She could see things other people couldn’t. Maybe it rubbed off on me, or maybe being with her sharpened an instinct that I had always had, I don’t know. All I know is that sometime after we started living together, I began to notice when there was something odd in the air.
A few years ago, during a car trip, on a mountain road just like this one, she and I parted forever. That day I was driving. If we aren’t going back to the same house, I’d rather travel on my own for a while before I return, so just let me out here, she begged. And she meant it. Now I know why you packed so much, I said. I realized that she had never intended to go home with me; she had made up her mind even before we left. For me to move out of her apartment was, in her eyes, a betrayal even more serious than I had imagined. I tried and tried to make her change her mind, but she remained firm. She was so determined I actually thought she might kill me if I didn’t do what she wanted.
She said:
I really, really don’t want to be there when you leave. I’ll take my time going home; you go on ahead. Just have your things out by the time I get back.
So that’s what I did. Even though it was her car.
The look on her face when we said goodbye. Her lonely eyes, the way her hair hung down over her face. The beige of her coat reflected forever in the rearview mirror. It looked as if she were about to be swallowed by the green that engulfed the mountain. She kept waving, forever. I had the feeling that she would always be there waiting for me.
Things that don’t matter at all to one person can hurt another so deeply it seems as bad as dying. True, I didn’t know all that much about her life. But I couldn’t understand why it would be so painful for her to watch someone pack up and leave her apartment. Maybe we just didn’t understand each other, I don’t know. It’s true that I’d had nowhere to live, that I used her. And the fact is, I never planned to stay with her, a woman like myself, for the long haul. We were living together, and she liked me. So when she got physical, I responded. That’s all there was to it. But before long, I realized that she saw things differently. Or rather, some part of me realized it, and I kept pretending I hadn’t noticed. I felt horrible about what I had done. She was still there inside me now, just as she always was: a life put on hold, a memory I didn’t know how to handle.
My memories solidified into a mass of any number of different images and cast a relentless shadow on my heart.
I glanced up at the