12/25/2023 0 Comments Memoires d une geisha![]() I decided our tiny house must have been offended by the ocean sneezing in its face from time to time, and took to leaning back because it wanted to get out of the way. As a child it seemed to me as if the ocean had caught a terrible cold, because it was always wheezing and there would be spells when it let out a huge sneeze-which is to say there was a burst of wind with a tremendous spray. In our little fishing village of Yoroido, I lived in what I called a "tipsy house." It stood near a cliff where the wind off the ocean was always blowing. You're probably wondering how I came to leave it myself. ![]() As for the people who live there, they never have occasion to leave. After all, I did grow up in Yoroido, and no one would suggest it's a glamorous spot. I don't much like thinking of myself as a cup of tea made in a bucket, but I suppose in a way it must be true. Sometimes you almost make me believe your little jokes are real." That's like making tea in a bucket!" And when he'd laughed again, he said to me, "That's why you're so much fun, Sayuri-san. "The very idea!" he said, with another big laugh. He let out all his breath and tossed down the cup of sake I'd poured for him before giving an enormous laugh I'm sure was prompted more by relief than anything else. I decided I'd better use it just then, and of course it worked. Its advantage is that men can interpret it however they want you can imagine how often I've relied on it. I long ago developed a very practiced smile, which I call my "Noh smile" because it resembles a Noh mask whose features are frozen. He tried his best to smile, though it didn't come out well because he couldn't get the look of shock off his face. This poor man! His face went through the most remarkable series of changes. I was so shocked I couldn't stop myself from saying: Well, I felt as a bird must feel when it has flown across the ocean and comes upon a creature that knows its nest. As a matter of fact, one day many years ago I was pouring a cup of sake for a man who happened to mention that he had been in Yoroido only the previous week. Most people would much rather carry on with their fantasies that my mother and grandmother were geisha, and that I began my training in dance when I was weaned from the breast, and so on. In all my life I've never told more than a handful of people anything at all about Yoroido, or about the house in which I grew up, or about my mother and father, or my older sister-and certainly not about how I became a geisha, or what it was like to be one. I'm a fisherman's daughter from a little town called Yoroido on the Sea of Japan. I wasn't born and raised to be a Kyoto geisha. If I had never known him, I'm sure I would not have become a geisha. He seemed so fascinating to me, even the fish smell on his hands was a kind of perfume. Tanaka Ichiro really was the best and the worst of my life. But the truth is that the afternoon when I met Mr. Suppose that you and I were sitting in a quiet room overlooking a garden, chatting and sipping at our cups of green tea while we talked about something that had happened a long while ago, and I said to you, "That afternoon when I met so-and-so.was the very best afternoon of my life, and also the very worst afternoon." I expect you might put down your teacup and say, "Well, now, which was it? Was it the best or the worst? Because it can't possibly have been both!" Ordinarily I'd have to laugh at myself and agree with you.
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