読者です 読者をやめる 読者になる 読者になる

ワザリング・ハイツ -annex-

どんなに忙しい毎日でも、紅茶を飲んで、ほっとひと息。

Tatsuo Hori “The Wind Is Rising”


I, who love nature of Nagano, will never find anyone really meeting with me, but him. I was impressed when reading his realistic description of natural landscape, since then, it has been my habit to carry his books with me while travelling. “The Wind Is Rising” is a story based on his own experience that his fiancé went into the sanatorium. Perhaps it might be the origin of a sort of “hospital story.” Hori, who was also sickly, went in and out of the sanatorium, so we always slightly feel a sense of death from his novels. Thus it is certainly wonder the sense can be only slightly felt from “The Wind Is Rising.” No, rather, we feel it everywhere, so it cannot be noticed without alert consciousness. To that extent, death is assimilated into protagonists’ daily life.


“This existence with slight warm and sweet flavour. Her bit fast breathing, hands taking my hands, smile, and a mundane conversation we sometimes have — in spite of days without which nothing would be left — our life is composed of such only things as its elements. And the reason why we are so much satisfied with a modest mood as such is that I am with her. I was convinced.”


“I” esteem his simple tranquil life with Setsuko as a sweet and fortune dream. But later, he suffers considering whether it was based on his selfishness or she was truly happy. In the story, just only sincere time passes its course, seemingly, as his remark, it seems only to depict monotonous days austerely. But through the days, in fact, Setsuko suffered from her illness, they were waiting for death, no monotonous day can be found there. In spite of such circumstances, a daily life can be functioned as a daily life, whose luxury is written down.


“Several years ago, I often preferred to dream that I would live a life in such wintry mountain side, with a lovely girl for ourselves, isolated from the world, loving very much each other wistfully. I remember. It is such dream, an infinite dream I have been holding as a beautiful life since my childhood, that I would realise, without any lack, in the nature which is so harsh that people are threatened.”