A Paradise Lost - KOPS - Universität Konstanz
A Paradise Lost - KOPS - Universität Konstanz
A Paradise Lost - KOPS - Universität Konstanz
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future that is sharply contrasted by the setup of the following story, “Clear Acrylic<br />
Enamel.”<br />
Refusing to grow up and live with the complications of this world, three young<br />
Locals resort to drugs and rock’n’roll instead, sneaking into concerts and hanging around<br />
stoned when not working at a service station. Since their singer and songwriter has<br />
disappeared into the ocean on acid, their instruments are gathering dust. Sometimes they<br />
find the energy to bodysurf: “Somehow water lures us like nothing else, with the possible<br />
exception of music” (33). However, mostly they seem stuck in<br />
our pre-car adolescent sniffing days, the pre-grass phase. Then, like right now, we<br />
reminisced on our spacing out, on our hearing the ‘Now I know I’m stoned!’ buzz,<br />
and, unforgettably, we laughed over the time we didn’t use the usual colorless<br />
acrylic paint and stood out at a dance-party because our silver lips glowed in the<br />
dark. Silver lips, the more we thought of it the more we laughed. It was the<br />
accidental yet obvious emblem of our defiance. Our own silly way of saying fuck<br />
your world (31).<br />
But reality catches up with them in the form of interethnic violence. The narrator muses:<br />
“Who created these walls? Were they there all the time? […] I am pulling because of the<br />
way walls are so strategically placed, so remarkably calculated. I pull and feel the fence<br />
come crashing down. I see the husky guy whack Lenny with the flashlight. I jump him”<br />
(39). The promise of a multicultural future filled with opportunity posed by the<br />
collection’s first story gives way to a rather disillusioning picture of contemporary<br />
Hawai’i. What has happened in the gap?<br />
The third piece again reaches back in time, relating stations in the life of a Local<br />
Japanese photographer. In ten-year intervals, starting with his fear of being the next to be<br />
interned in 1942, his struggle with being ‘Oriental’ in America is exposed. At first glance,<br />
1952 seems to be a happy enough year for Isamaru with a third daughter and a steady job.<br />
However, “walks had become his refuge since the war days, a way of balancing darkness<br />
and light, a way to find the proper chiaroscuro, since everything had to be filtered by<br />
Hiroshima gray.” Moreover, it is not incidental that the movie John Wayne is making in<br />
Hawai’i casts him as “a government agent investigating communist influence in Hawaii’s<br />
longshoreman’s union” (43). It is the everlasting white cowboy against the ‘Yellow Peril’<br />
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