A Paradise Lost - KOPS - Universität Konstanz
A Paradise Lost - KOPS - Universität Konstanz
A Paradise Lost - KOPS - Universität Konstanz
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I thought of weather like a sailor’s words carried on the wind, to the memory of a<br />
lover trailing the wake of the moving ship like a flock of white birds dipping and<br />
wheeling and dancing alongside a green shadow furling over mutable water (149).<br />
Hongo’s interpretation of Hawai’i is clear: “The village was thus a living form of heaven,<br />
an afterlife that I stepped into and took lessons from. Its villagers were to me all prophets<br />
and angels. And I a traveler in their paradise” (291-2). Here is a clear case of a self-made<br />
paradise, an inner haven, and of the attempt of a reclamation of everything that has been<br />
taken away.<br />
On the spiritual level, Hongo succeeds, finding reconciliation, peace of mind, and<br />
the words to chant his genealogy. But there is also the actual material loss that his family<br />
had to suffer: His parents were tricked out of their store inheritance, and subsequently left<br />
the Big Island; in the end, they left Hawai’i as a whole behind. The author describes<br />
himself circling the store, in person as well as by relating episodes from the past. He<br />
finally visits his step-grandmother, the person responsible for the family’s expulsion.<br />
Finding a frail old woman, fearful and somehow unattainable, he lets go of the past, the<br />
inheritance, and the question of blame. Did he intend a parable, an example of the pan-<br />
Hawaiian experience of loss of land, tied up with the devaluation of culture and the quest<br />
for identity that all colonized races have faced? It seems that for Hongo going to Hawai’i<br />
was a way of tackling and overcoming the ‘Asian’ silence about the past that he had<br />
suffered in California. His appropriated Localness helps him establish a realm in which<br />
questions can be posed and answered, in which untold stories can be related and even<br />
altered.<br />
His reflections on being a postcolonial, dislocated, surrounded by silence about<br />
the past, are representative:<br />
a postcolonial – one absented from the blindered repose of an innocent belonging<br />
to a conquered place and a people. A stolen child […] We fear something.<br />
Without the larger family, without root in time and place, without the oracle bones<br />
of ancestry, we rage. […] panicking, feeling the uncontrollable confusion, the fear<br />
of being found, the fear of being lost, the revulsion of being nothing to this world,<br />
a no one without place, without people, without history (334-5).<br />
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