My research in Japan has been more amorphous than my research in Seattle and Hawaii, where my days were scheduled into tight timelines of meetings and archives appointments. Which is not to say that my time here is freewheeling by any stretch of the imagination. On the contrary, my trip to Japan is charted by the geography and trajectory of my book. My days here are organized by research.
It’s just that the nature of this research is different. In Japan I visit temples, shrines, Taisho buildings, specific houses and villages that appear in the book, the few remaining pre-war Tokyo neighborhoods. And even as I make careful notes on architectural detail and landscape and historic references, I understand that my research here also encompasses a more nebulous set of impressions and observations and thoughts.
Here I am tracing a vanished landscape.
One of the great challenges of writing this book set in Japan and Hawaii and a few other places during the second World War, is that so little survives of that landscape. Places are paved over, torn down, bombed out, rebuilt. And in some ways this confers both a freedom of imagination and the obligation that comes with it. We can know these places only through invention, through the access fiction alone can give us to our past.
For the section of the book that’s set in Japan, I am gathering the intangible. I am looking for a felt sense, an imaginative access point. For all the small cues and sensations that later become the fuel and spark and sustenance of creative work.
I do not know yet what they will be or how they will enter my work. Only that they will arrive as I remain present in these places, and that I will trust in the unforeseen ways they might infiltrate and populate my book. So much of artistic process is this gathering, this blind trust. Allowing ourselves to float suspended and see what connects.
Wonderful! I love the trusting…it’s so spacious, so many possibilities, so new!
So spacious, Lorien — and I love that word ‘spacious’ for this experience!