↏ free Memoirs of a Geisha: A Novel ⟰ Kindle Ebook Author Arthur Golden ⡴ ↏ free Memoirs of a Geisha: A Novel ⟰ Kindle Ebook Author Arthur Golden ⡴ Suppose that you and I were sitting in a quiet room overlooking a garden, chatting and sipping at our cups of green tea while we talked about something that had happened a long while ago, and I said to you, That afternoon when I met so and sowas the very best afternoon of my life, and also the very worst afternoon I expect you might put down your teacup and say, Well, now, which was it Was it the best or the worst Because it can t possibly have been both Ordinarily I d have to laugh at myself and agree with you But the truth is that the afternoon when I met Mr Tanaka Ichiro really was the best and the worst of my life He seemed so fascinating to me, even the fish smell on his hands was a kind of perfume If I had never known him, I m sure I would not have become a geisha.I wasn t born and raised to be a Kyoto geisha I wasn t even born in Kyoto I m a fisherman s daughter from a little town called Yoroido on the Sea of Japan In all my life I ve never told than a handful of people anything at all about Yoroido, or about the house in which I grew up, or about my mother and father, or my older sister and certainly not about how I became a geisha, or what it was like to be one Most people would much rather carry on with their fantasies that my mother and grandmother were geisha, and that I began my training in dance when I was weaned from the breast, and so on As a matter of fact, one day many years ago I was pouring a cup of sake for a man who happened to mention that he had been in Yoroido only the previous week Well, I felt as a bird must feel when it has flown across the ocean and comes upon a creature that knows its nest I was so shocked I couldn t stop myself from saying Yoroido Why, that s where I grew up This poor man His face went through the most remarkable series of changes He tried his best to smile, though it didn t come out well because he couldn t get the look of shock off his face.Yoroido he said You can t mean it.I long ago developed a very practiced smile, which I call my Noh smile because it resembles a Noh mask whose features are frozen Its advantage is that men can interpret it however they want you can imagine how often I ve relied on it I decided I d better use it just then, and of course it worked He let out all his breath and tossed down the cup of sake I d poured for him before giving an enormous laugh I m sure was prompted by relief than anything else.The very idea he said, with another big laugh You, growing up in a dump like Yoroido That s like making tea in a bucket And when he d laughed again, he said to me, That s why you re so much fun, Sayuri san Sometimes you almost make me believe your little jokes are real.I don t much like thinking of myself as a cup of tea made in a bucket, but I suppose in a way it must be true After all, I did grow up in Yoroido, and no one would suggest it s a glamorous spot Hardly anyone ever visits it As for the people who live there, they never have occasion to leave You re probably wondering how I came to leave it myself That s where my story begins.In our little fishing village of Yoroido, I lived in what I called a tipsy house It stood near a cliff where the wind off the ocean was always blowing As a child it seemed to me as if the ocean had caught a terrible cold, because it was always wheezing and there would be spells when it let out a huge sneeze which is to say there was a burst of wind with a tremendous spray I decided our tiny house must have been offended by the ocean sneezing in its face from time to time, and took to leaning back because it wanted to get out of the way Probably it would have collapsed if my father hadn t cut a timber from a wrecked fishing boat to prop up the eaves, which made the house look like a tipsy old man leaning on his crutch.Inside this tipsy house I lived something of a lopsided life Because from my earliest years I was very much like my mother, and hardly at all like my father or older sister My mother said it was because we were made just the same, she and I and it was true we both had the same peculiar eyes of a sort you almost never see in Japan Instead of being dark brown like everyone else s, my mother s eyes were a translucent gray, and mine are just the same When I was very young, I told my mother I thought someone had poked a hole in her eyes and all the ink had drained out, which she thought very funny The fortune tellers said her eyes were so pale because of too much water in her personality, so much that the other four elements were hardly present at all and this, they explained, was why her features matched so poorly People in the village often said she ought to have been extremely attractive, because her parents had been Well, a peach has a lovely taste and so does a mushroom, but you can t put the two together this was the terrible trick nature had played on her She had her mother s pouty mouth but her father s angular jaw, which gave the impression of a delicate picture with much too heavy a frame And her lovely gray eyes were surrounded by thick lashes that must have been striking on her father, but in her case only made her look startled.My mother always said she d married my father because she had too much water in her personality and he had too much wood in his People who knew my father understood right away what she was talking about Water flows from place to place quickly and always finds a crack to spill through Wood, on the other hand, holds fast to the earth In my father s case this was a good thing, for he was a fisherman, and a man with wood in his personality is at ease on the sea In fact, my father was at ease on the sea than anywhere else, and never left it far behind him He smelled like the sea even after he had bathed When he wasn t fishing, he sat on the floor in our dark front room mending a fishing net And if a fishing net had been a sleeping creature, he wouldn t even have awakened it, at the speed he worked He did everything this slowly Even when he summoned a look of concentration, you could run outside and drain the bath in the time it took him to rearrange his features His face was very heavily creased, and into each crease he had tucked some worry or other, so that it wasn t really his own face any longer, but like a tree that had nests of birds in all the branches He had to struggle constantly to manage it and always looked worn out from the effort.When I was six or seven, I learned something about my father I d never known One day I asked him, Daddy, why are you so old He hoisted up his eyebrows at this, so that they formed little sagging umbrellas over his eyes And he let out a long breath, and shook his head and said, I don t know When I turned to my mother, she gave me a look meaning she would answer the question for me another time The following day without saying a word, she walked me down the hill toward the village and turned at a path into a graveyard in the woods She led me to three graves in the corner, with three white marker posts much taller than I was They had stern looking black characters written top to bottom on them, but I hadn t attended the school in our little village long enough to know where one ended and the next began My mother pointed to them and said, Natsu, wife of Sakamoto Minoru Sakamoto Minoru was the name of my father Died age twenty four, in the nineteenth year of Meiji Then she pointed to the next one Jinichiro, son of Sakamoto Minoru, died age six, in the nineteenth year of Meiji, and to the next one, which was identical except for the name, Masao, and the age, which was three It took me a while to understand that my father had been married before, a long time ago, and that his whole family had died I went back to those graves not long afterward and found as I stood there that sadness was a very heavy thing My body weighed twice what it had only a moment earlier, as if those graves were pulling me down toward them.With all this water and all this wood, the two of them ought to have made a good balance and produced children with the proper arrangement of elements I m sure it was a surprise to them that they ended up with one of each For it wasn t just that I resembled my mother and had even inherited her unusual eyes my sister, Satsu, was as much like my father as anyone could be Satsu was six years older than me, and of course, being older, she could do things I couldn t do But Satsu had a remarkable quality of doing everything in a way that seemed like a complete accident For example, if you asked her to pour a bowl of soup from a pot on the stove, she would get the job done, but in a way that looked like she d spilled it into the bowl just by luck One time she even cut herself with a fish, and I don t mean with a knife she was using to clean a fish She was carrying a fish wrapped in paper up the hill from the village when it slid out and fell against her leg in such a way as to cut her with one of its fins.Our parents might have had other children besides Satsu and me, particularly since my father hoped for a boy to fish with him But when I was seven my mother grew terribly ill with what was probably bone cancer, though at the time I had no idea what was wrong Her only escape from discomfort was to sleep, which she began to do the way a cat does which is to say, or less constantly As the months passed she slept most of the time, and soon began to groan whenever she was awake I knew something in her was changing quickly, but because of so much water in her personality, this didn t seem worrisome to me Sometimes she grew thin in a matter of months but grew strong again just as quickly But by the time I was nine, the bones in her face had begun to protrude, and she never gained weight again afterward I didn t realize the water was draining out of her because of her illness Just as seaweed is naturally soggy, you see, but turns brittle as it dries, my mother was giving up and of her essence.Then one afternoon I was sitting on the pitted floor of our dark front room, singing to a cricket I d found that morning, when a voice called out at the door Oi Open up It s Dr Miura Dr Miura came to our fishing village once a week, and had made a point of walking up the hill to check on my mother ever since her illness had begun My father was at home that day because a terrible storm was coming He sat in his usual spot on the floor, with his two big spiderlike hands tangled up in a fishing net But he took a moment to point his eyes at me and raise one of his fingers This meant he wanted me to answer the door.Dr Miura was a very important man or so we believed in our village He had studied in Tokyo and reportedly knew Chinese characters than anyone He was far too proud to notice a creature like me When I opened the door for him, he slipped out of his shoes and stepped right past me into the house.Why, Sakamoto san, he said to my father, I wish I had your life, out on the sea fishing all day How glorious And then on rough days you take a rest I see your wife is still asleep, he went on What a pity I thought I might examine her.Oh said my father.I won t be around next week, you know Perhaps you might wake her for me My father took a while to untangle his hands from the net, but at last he stood.Chiyo chan, he said to me, get the doctor a cup of tea.My name back then was Chiyo I wouldn t be known by my geisha name, Sayuri, until years later.My father and the doctor went into the other room, where my mother lay sleeping I tried to listen at the door, but I could hear only my mother groaning, and nothing of what they said I occupied myself with making tea, and soon the doctor came back out rubbing his hands together and looking very stern My father came to join him, and they sat together at the table in the center of the room.The time has come to say something to you, Sakamoto san, Dr Miura began You need to have a talk with one of the women in the village Mrs Sugi, perhaps Ask her to make a nice new robe for your wife.I haven t the money, Doctor, my father said.We ve all grown poorer lately I understand what you re saying But you owe it to your wife She shouldn t die in that tattered robe she s wearing.So she s going to die soon A few weeks, perhaps She s in terrible pain Death will release her.After this, I couldn t hear their voices any longer for in my ears I heard a sound like a bird s wings flapping in panic Perhaps it was my heart, I don t know But if you ve ever seen a bird trapped inside the great hall of a temple, looking for some way out, well, that was how my mind was reacting It had never occurred to me that my mother wouldn t simply go on being sick I won t say I d never wondered what might happen if she should die I did wonder about it, in the same way I wondered what might happen if our house were swallowed up in an earthquake There could hardly be life after such an event.I thought I would die first, my father was saying.You re an old man, Sakamoto san But your health is good You might have four or five years I ll leave you some of those pills for your wife You can give them to her two at a time, if you need to.They talked about the pills a bit longer, and then Dr Miura left My father went on sitting for a long while in silence, with his back to me He wore no shirt but only his loose fitting skin the I looked at him, the he began to seem like just a curious collection of shapes and textures His spine was a path of knobs His head, with its discolored splotches, might have been a bruised fruit His arms were sticks wrapped in old leather, dangling from two bumps If my mother died, how could I go on living in the house with him I didn t want to be away from him but whether he was there or not, the house would be just as empty when my mother had left it.At last my father said my name in a whisper I went and knelt beside him.Something very important, he said.His face was so much heavier than usual, with his eyes rolling around almost as though he d lost control of them I thought he was struggling to tell me my mother would die soon, but all he said was Go down to the village Bring back some incense for the altar.Our tiny Buddhist altar rested on an old crate beside the entrance to the kitchen it was the only thing of value in our tipsy house In front of a rough carving of Amida, the Buddha of the Western Paradise, stood tiny black mortuary tablets bearing the Buddhist names of our dead ancestors.But, Fatherwasn t there anything else I hoped he would reply, but he only made a gesture with his hand that meant for me to leave.Astonishing breathtaking You are seduced completely Washington Post Book WorldCaptivating, minutely imagined a novel that refuses to stay shut NewsweekA story with the social vibrancy and narrative sweep of a much loved 19th century bildungsroman This is a high wire act Rarely has a world so closed and foreign been evoked with such natural assurance The New Yorker Memoirs of a Geisha Wikipedia Memoirs is historical fiction novel by American author Arthur Golden, published in The novel, told first person perspective , tells the story fictional geisha working Kyoto Japan before and after World War II Summary Shmoop Actually, it s geisha, since we re reading Geisha, get to hear all about Little Chiyo starts as an indentured servant, doing housework In enter world where appearances are paramount girl virginity auctioned highest bidder women trained beguile most powerful men love scorned illusion It unique triumphant work at once romantic, erotic, suspenseful completely unforgettable Golden Goodreads perspective, Kyoto, Japan, Rotten Tomatoes terrific, well acted film Probably only weak point casting two Chinese actresses role leads, Michelle Yeoh Ziyi Zhang IMDb Dec Watch videoDirected Rob Marshall With Zhang, Ken Watanabe, Yeoh, Suzuka Ohgo 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