A Paradise Lost - KOPS - Universität Konstanz
A Paradise Lost - KOPS - Universität Konstanz
A Paradise Lost - KOPS - Universität Konstanz
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But Hongo is more than a minute observer and an artist with words: Volcano is<br />
the attempt to make one’s personal history meaningful, to deal with the hurt and injustice<br />
of the past, “to make art out of his alienation.” 368 Hongo was born in Hawai’i, grew up in<br />
California, and today is a professor in Oregon. Driven by the wish to fill his genealogy<br />
with life, the author went to the Big Island:<br />
I was born in the village of Volcano, in the back room of the kitchen of a general<br />
store my grandfather built on Volcano Road, twenty-nine miles from Hilo on the<br />
Big Island of Hawaii, the newest in the mid-Pacific chain its first human settlers<br />
called Hava-iti, a name which means, in their ritualized language, ‘the Realm of<br />
the Dead’ or, more simply, ‘<strong>Paradise</strong>’ (3).<br />
The writer wanted to understand his forebears’ motives and feelings, but more<br />
importantly, he was searching for a place to which he could feel a sense of belonging, in<br />
short, a home. What he found were pieces of memory and story, and a place that was<br />
beautiful, mysterious, captivating: “It was a visual sonata, lavished and detailed as any<br />
jungle fantasy painted by Henri Rousseau” (7). He described a place out of natural history<br />
books, a tableau. It inspired as well as challenged his poetic abilities:<br />
a world of faery and imagination where the dead might dance in the right light,<br />
where the milky river of stars and the swallow-bridge of heaven might set down<br />
and be a passageway between this and the afterlife […] It was obvious to me that<br />
here was both inspiration and difficulty brought together in a relentlessly<br />
spectacular landscape […] I wanted to know the place and I wanted to tie my<br />
name to it, to deliver out of the contact a kind of sacred book – a book of origins<br />
(16, 22, 27).<br />
His book is a manifesto of how he put the pieces together, how he appropriated a place to<br />
make up for personal and collective loss. Cleverly, the natural history angle displaces the<br />
actual history. His text performs an act of re-vision, mapping out his reading of the<br />
landscape. Thus, it impressively displays the power of discourse, the power of words.<br />
And the writer maintains a firm grip on his language throughout, making it flash and take<br />
leaps:<br />
I could feel the earth’s turning under me, the escape of the planet from under its<br />
own aging skin, spouting itself away in gouts of rock and flattering incandescence.<br />
368 Hongo 1995: 241.<br />
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