Sublime

a screen, a Japanese one, perhaps, with rich and mellow,…

otaku

not ethnological,

knowledge

The Great Wave at Kanagawa.

Readers, teachers, and editors told me in so many words that I should write whatever felt true to my heart but that since I was Asian, I might as well stick to the subject of Asians, even though no one cared about Asians, but what choice did I have since if I wrote about, say, nature, no one would care because I was an Asian person writing about na

erudition.

There was no better way to demonstrate aloha than through entertainment.

EVERY EVENING, at dusk, we began burning our things: old bank statements and diaries, Buddhist family altars, wooden