This is my 499th blog post. Also, come February, this blog will be five years old. What? When did that happen?!
In the midst of snowstorms, moodiness, a migraine, raging insomnia, watching World Without End on Netflix (next up: Copper. And then after that, Orphan Black) taking notes and writing outlines (more Pearl!), I’ve been reading a lot. I finished Bristol and the Atlantic Trade, still uncertain as to whether I’ve learned how merchants organized their businesses in the late eighteenth century, and I’m almost halfway through a novel I learned about on Historical Novel Review called Ice King, which takes place in the early 19th century about a Liverpool ex-Royal Navy officer turned ship captain dealing with the contemporary issues of trade, war, and slavery. It’s very different to my book, though. 🙂
But—I just finished a family history memoir called Yokohama Yankee by Leslie Helm that I wanted to tell you guys about. I love a good family history. I devoured Cane River by Lalita Tademy. Sugar in the Blood by Andrea Stuart, in which the author traces her family back to English settlers of Barbados, was one of the more helpful sources in my research for Sailor’s Daughters.
Someone gave Yokohama Yankee to my dad as a Christmas present and we were reading it simultaneously (at different speeds) for a few days until he finished it yesterday and I got my hands on it to finish it myself.
Leslie Helm is a fourth generation member of a family of German origin who ended up in Yokohama in the 19th century and built a very successful business. His first ancestor in Japan, Julius Helm, married a Japanese woman. Another branch of the family (Leslie’s paternal grandmother’s) had German and Japanese mixed blood as well. First of all, being half white and half Japanese, all of the questions and thoughts on being mixed race and mixed cultured were sentiments I understood, though sometimes I couldn’t necessarily relate to the attitudes expressed in the book–I didn’t grow up in Japan, after all.
If I ever had that identity crisis that us biracial kids are purported to have, and which novels on race will have you believe are all we ever dwell on, then I had it as I attended Japanese Weekend School as a bewildered second grader.
The other part of the book is the history, not only of the Helm family as they lived in Yokohama’s foreign settlement through the Meiji Era, the Russo-Japanese War, World War One, the terrible earthquake of 1923, the Depression, and World War Two. What happens to the family during these times is fascinating, but the Japanese history in the book was brand-new to me. I don’t know a lot–scratch that, I barely know anything–about Japanese history beyond my grandparents’ stories about World War II. (My Bachan–“Granny” in Japanese–was a badass with a wooden stick. Also, she saw the mushroom cloud over Nagasaki in 1945. Also, my Irish-American grandfather was part of the Occupation forces in Japan after WW II officially ended.)
So, not knowing Japanese history, I didn’t realize that after Japan was forced out of isolation that there were white people living there. So, for me, the history was new, but the culture and language certainly weren’t. Can’t read it, but I speak Japanese with no American accent.