Sandakan Brothel No.8: Journey into the History of Lower-class Japanese Women 1st Edition

I wanted to give a short summary of the Geisha's genre, as it has become somewhat more well known, and judging from some of the other reviews, many people looking for literature or memoirs on geisha ended up with this memoir here.As someone who has been fascinated by ancient & modern Japan's idiosyncrasies, the floating world has a particular draw for me. Sadly, very little is available that can give us any kind of factual, first hand narrative of what its like to work within it~ certainly Leslie Downer & Liza Dalby have made leaps and bounds in terms of opening up their existence to the outside world, and they have done their best to do so with accuracy and without bias, despite having not been born into the culture itself. Arthur Golden's Memoirs of a Geisha did much to set back their progress, creating a glossy love story loosely based on the life of Mineko iwasaki~ who was indeed a well-known Kyoto Geiko, and agreed to be interviewed by him and discuss what had, until then, been a life shrouded in mystery. Golden then promptly turned around and penned a pulp fiction piece to please the masses, and in doing so, gave thanks, by name, to his source, despite having expressly promised Mineko he would not do so. Mineko sued him, after facing much malaise from the geiko community, and eventually decided to write her own memoirs and do what she had thought Golden might do: tell the truth and help renew interest in a fading tradition. Shorty after her novel emerged, (Geish of Gion), another called "Autobiography of a Geisha" by a former hot springs geisha, Sayo Masudo, came out that told of the darker side of this world~ one where the trade does indeed ply sex and little else.Aside from those 2, we have no actual personal accounts~ and we have literally none of their predecessors, Tuyuu & Oiran & the rest. Having spent well over 15 years scouring for films, movies, newspaper clippings and books on any of them, i was thrilled when I came across Sandakan. Having been written in the 1970's, i couldn't believe I'd never heard of it; especially after all the Memoirs movie hype.Karayuki-san, for the record, are not geisha. They were young women and children who were impoverished and either bought from their families or kidnapped, and taken from their homeland to other countries where they were put to work not as the maids their "buyers" had told their families they'd be, but as prostitutes. Karayuki-san had no formal training in the arts, or anything else for that matter; most were too poor to have ever attended school, and once hired, rarely were fortunate enough to learn anything a wife would need know (cooking, cleaning, sewing)~ making them, even in retirement, not only unmarriageable and incapable, but branded.Yamazaki Tomoko was a young Japanese wife and mother who had taken an interest in writing about these women from an anthropological point of view during the 1960's. After some difficulty, she finally located a woman in Amakusa, an impoverished farm town notorious for it's high turn out of Karayuki-san. It takes some doing, but eventually she earns the trust of Osaki, the former karayuki san, who was now in the later years of her life, and living in such deplorable conditions that its difficult to conceive. It was Yamazaki's willingness to live with Osaki, in these conditions, for 3+ weeks that finally earned her the Osaki's trust, and the (albeit sad) privledge of hearing how Osaki was taken as a child to Sandakan, Borneo, a small port village in the early days of colonization. Osaki herself admits she went willingly; a series of unfortunate but not uncommon familial tragedies left her and her brother with little to survive.The book is divided in 2 narratives; that of Yamazaki herself, and that of Osaki. It speaks in a very matter of fact tone, peppered with excerpts and footnotes by Yamazaki that clarify or explain the particulars of Osaki's life, culture, and traditions, from an unbiased view rooted in the research of historical facts.It's hard to say how I felt about the story itself~ I must admit my perception was somewhat skewered: for one, Osaki, though unaware until she arrives that prostitution was the kind of work she'd do, never seemed to have too much bitterness over it. Her voice is tired, plain, unemotional~ what most would recall as a life of horror, Osaki had a more liberal out look- she saw it as an opportunity to help finance her brother (whom she one day hoped to return to), who had until then, struggled with her to simply survive. By some accounts, these women are regarded as having done a civic and great duty in improving the morale of those developing Sandakan, and one should also bear in mind that Japanese society is somewhat more open minded when it comes to the sex trade. The greatest tragedy of the book is really Osaki's life after her retirement~ shamed, destitute and scraping by daily, barely surviving.A film was made of the movie and is fairly spot on with the book~ it was made sometimes in the late 70's-early 80's, & won several awards. Sandakan was part one in a trilogy; the second book, Graves of Sandakan, and the third, The story of Yamada Yaka. Sandakan Brothel No 8 is biographical, though the name of Osaki is fictitious to protect Osaki and her family, who already were somewhat exiled for Osaki's profession.Overall, the book was a diamond in the rough, but taking into account the era in which it was written, I would say it was bold and ahead of it's time. Memoirs of a Geisha it is not~ so if you're one of the millions who became a fan because you saw the movie, and have no desire to shake all the inaccuracies from it, then you will enjoy this book even less~ but for anyone who has a keen interest in the Japanese floating world, and Japanese history, it's 100% worth it. I would really love to see a modernized version of the film, though in my heart i suspect it would be lost in the effort to make it palatable to the general public. But the book strongly deserves a resurgence and does not disappoint.

A compilation of the author's interviews on Japanese women who prostituted in the South Sea at the beginning of the 20th century. Very personal and truthful.

It is used book, some writing and remarks, but so what? it is only a dollar or two, it is good and worth the money.

This book is the heartrending story of a Japanese child prostitute. She was sold by her family at the age of 8 to a sex slave trafficker, shipped to North Borneo (port of Sandakan) and forced to work in the sex business at the age of 12, even before she had her first menstruation.The roots of the trafficking system were religious, economic and political.On the religious front, the Confucian system of patriarchy determined the social duties of women. They were told to obey first their fathers, than their husbands and ultimately their sons. The social superiority of the male permitted the exploitation of women financially, physically, sexually and emotionally.Economically, high taxation rates for the farmers (60 % of the yield went to the landlord) provoked poverty and famine: 'There were days when I would have nothing to swallow but water from morning 'til night.'Starving peasants felt compelled to sell their daughtes in order to save the rest of the family.The main character in this book, Osaki, agreed (?) at the age of 8 to be sold in order to permit her brother to buy farmland.This poverty was aggravated by the settlement policies of the government provoking a burgeoning population in the region.More, the Japanese government did nothing against the traffickers. On the contrary, it needed the foreign currency sent back by the sex slaves in order to become, as it said, a strong nation.The selling of children in Japan has only been abolished in 1959.After the exploitation by the government and the landlords, the children were milked by the traffickers, who took 50 % of their earnings and compelled them to redeem with the rest their original inflated 'investment'.Having heavily supported the Japanese nation with their bodies, the sex workers were looked upon as 'Boule de Suif's' by the rest of the population when they could come back home. They tried to avoid to be recognized in order to escape their social 'stigma'.Osaki survived prychologically nearly unscathed and without guilt her harsh experience.This book is a profound human document about the struggle for survival. It is excellently introduced by Karen Colligan-Taylor.Highly recommended, not only for Japanese scholards.I also recommend the autobiography of the geisha Sayo Masuda, as well as the work of Robert Van Gulik 'Sexual Life in Ancient China'.

Sometimes when reading or thinking or, simply, being direct witness to the casual cruelty that God is so evidently fond of, we feel a small bubble become loosened in the vicinity of our inner soul and, rising and expanding, it reaches surface and our faces spontaneously contract and our eyes fill with tears and we must sit quietly for a moment and, in my case, wish that we could smash that God squarely in it's hellish face. But it passes and we are again back in the normal universe where we understand that things just are. The reader of this book has more than one opportunity for such experience. The slightly elitest tone of the author does not detract but, somehow, offers some hope that we may grow up. The translation, as well as I can judge having lived only four years in Hiroshima, is superb.