Tobira Gateway To: Advanced Japanese

He opened Tobira again. On the inside cover, he had written the date he started. Under it, he wrote today’s date. And then, in careful, trembling kanji: この本はただの教科書じゃなかった。鍵だった。 (This book was not just a textbook. It was a key.)

He was twenty-four, a third-generation Japanese-American who had never quite belonged to either country. His grandparents spoke a rural, pre-war Japanese that felt like a fossil. His parents answered in stilted English. And Kenji? He had the vocabulary of a kindergartner and the reading speed of a wounded tortoise. tobira gateway to advanced japanese

He opened to Chapter 1. A reading about honne and tatemae —true feelings versus public facade. The text was dense. Kanji he had seen before now clustered together like strangers in a dark alley. 許容範囲 (allowable range). 本音 (true sound). 建前 (built front). He traced the radicals with his finger, as if touching the bones of the characters could make them speak. He opened Tobira again