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The Yomiuri Shimbun ‘Miyabaru 198’ By Carl Stimson
By Alex Breeden / Japan News Staff Writer
11:47 JST, January 2, 2025
What do you do when a town and all its centuries of traditions are about to vanish? There are many rural places in Japan that would like an answer. These are places that have been in decline for years, due to low birth rates nationally and the magnetic pull of the country’s metropolises. In many cases, people will keep leaving, and the towns will keep hollowing out. But at least we can remember these places before they’re gone.
In “Miyabaru 198,” a collection of short stories and one essay by author Carl Stimson, a small town in Kyushu gets just this sort of tribute. In the year 512, a scouting party travels out into the wilderness of the mountains, finding a spot “above a fine tributary valley to the west of the main river” where they can settle. And soon enough, they’ve planted their first rice crop and the town begins its long history.
But the town’s beginning is not the book’s beginning. Starting from the late 1950s, the stories in this collection telescope backward through time, through World War II, the Meiji period, the Edo period, the Sengoku period and back farther and farther still into the mists of pre-civilization. All this ambitious reimagining of decades and centuries past then ends in an essay, which adds context to the short stories and looks toward an uncertain future. Like its cousins throughout Japan, Miyabaru is now facing extinction as its population dwindles.
The styles of the storytelling are almost as varied as the period settings. Several stories are told in simple third-person narration, like the first story, which follows a farming family in the hamlet and a son who chafes at his parents’ penny-pinching. But there are also stories that function as broad narratives with no protagonist. The Edo period piece, for example, charts the long decline of the tea industry in Japan, which is first sent tumbling by an isolationist government and then drops off a cliff when there is more supply from elsewhere, particularly from British-held India. In the interplay of markets, nativism and global competition, the period can feel strangely familiar.
And of course there is the final essay, which completely breaks from the fictional voice, somewhat like the nonfiction chapters that are inserted into “War and Peace.” Here Stimson, who spent a decade in rural Kyushu, tackles with delicacy the question of how we should feel about the loss of Japan’s towns. Is it heartbreaking? Yes, since some traditions will be lost forever. Is there any good in this? There is. Nature, so long abused in Japan, will be given some space to breathe.
While ultimately we are left to make of this trend what we will, Stimson paints a bleak view of what awaits Japan’s hinterlands: “In many areas human habitation will cease … homes will be left to be torn down by the vines, crushed by falling trees, and swept away by rain and mud. Weeds and roots will crack paved roads, and the power company will come in to roll up its wire.”
So much around us is disappearing all the time: the world’s languages, the coral reefs, summers where you don’t have to mop yourself off the floor. At least Miyabaru got itself an elegy.
