Kenzaburo Oe - Somersault

Laying the groundwork for this business meant that Ikuo was on duty at the farm every day. He returned to the house on the north shore of the Hollow only every second or third evening. Seeing that the abandoned build- ings that used to house the farm workers would be of use when the second and third waves of church members moved to the village, he expanded his team of Technicians engaged in carpentry to fix them up.

Ikuo hadn't forgotten about Kizu's health, however. Once the Farm's housing took shape, Ikuo brought his team, now looking like full-fledged carpenters, over to their house to remodel the interior. Kizu was using the living room, where he also had his dining table, as a work space, and the car- penters removed the wall separating this from the short hallway leading to the bedroom next door. This completed, the interior became one airy, spa- cious room.

The Technicians rearranged the east side of the room as an art studio and set up a box with wheels containing the easels and painting sets Kizu had sent from Tokyo. Ikuo promised Kizu that once he began painting his oil tableau, he would make time to model for him no matter how busy he got with the farm.

Ikuo brought up another point, one that had been bothering him for some time. This had to do with the conversation Kizu had had with the owner of the store beside the river that handled package deliveries. Ikuo had decided that on one of his trips to Matsuyama on business, he would pick up the stored art supplies, even though the art class wasn't about to happen. Kizu was aware that, in line with the new relationship between the church and the farm, Ikuo was shuttling back and forth in trucks and vans between the town and Matsuyama, but he'd never pressed him to pick up the supplies.

Ikuo described one of his recent trips. "Last week when I went to Matsuyama I took three of the Fireflies with me. I planned to pick up the art supplies on the way back. Since we were driving a van, I knew I couldn't just load up the supplies the way they were boxed, so I brought them along to help. Once we unpacked the boxes, and the boys were loading them into the van, they were fascinated by all the paint sets and sketchbooks, like you'd expect kids to be.

"They started talking about how lucky people in an art class would be to use all these wonderful supplies and how the town didn't show any inter- est in opening a class. Finally someone said that these supplies would just end up stored away in some shed in the monastery, and Isamu, a high school senior who's Gii's right-hand man, proposed that all of them who'd helped load the art supplies get a free sketchbook.

"When he heard this, Gii smacked Isamu as hard as he could, so hard the man from the delivery company who was helping us was stunned. Gii is shorter than Isamu so he almost had to leap up when he hit Isamu right above his temple.

"Still worked up, Gii turned on me. It was kind of comical, like some typical juvenile delinquent shakedown; he asked if there wasn't a plan to use the art supplies would I let the Fireflies have them.

"I asked him what he planned to do with them, and he said he'd take them to the art shop on the main street and negotiate a deal. If we showed them the form with my signature I had to sign when we picked them up, and show my driver's license, he added, they wouldn't think they were stolen goods.

'"How do you plan to use the money?' I asked him. 'You just smacked one of your friends who wanted to skim a little off the top, right?' Gii said, 'Don't worry, I have a plan all right.' He wanted to set aside the money for something he had in mind for the Fireflies. So I said okay. I know I should have got your permission first…"

"So did his negotiations work out all right?"

"They only managed to get a small amount of cash," Ikuo replied, clearly relieved.

That weekend Kizu began officially to work on his tableau. Ikuo or Dr. Koga no doubt laying the groundwork, Patron had asked Kizu to paint a triptych for the wall of the chapel.

Kizu had already decided to use the book of Jonah as his theme for the tableau, and when Ikuo came to convey Patron's request, Kizu explained his plan for the painting.

"If it's a triptych I'd like the first panel to show Jonah inside the belly of the whale. Jonah hears the call from God and is told to proclaim the wicked- ness of the people of Nineveh. But he runs away. The part where he's on board the Gentile boat and the captain and the sailors berate him and throw him into the sea would be good too. But it's the three days and three nights Jonah spends inside the whale that show how the rest of the story will develop. All of Jonah's thoughts are summed up in his prayer to God while he's in the belly of the whale. There's my copy of the Bible on the shelf above the trunk. Would you read that part for me?"

'"In my distress I called to the Lord, and he answered me.

From the depths of the grave I called for help, and you listened to my cry.

You hurled me into the deep, into the very heart of the seas, and the currents swirled about me; all your waves and breakers swept over me.

I said, "I have been banished from your sight; yet I will look again toward your holy temple."

The engulfing waters threatened me, the deep surrounded me; seaweed was wrapped around my head.

To the roots of the mountains I sank down; the earth beneath barred me in forever.

But you brought my life up from the pit, O Lord my God.

'"When my life was ebbing away, I remembered you, Lord, and my prayer rose to you, to your holy temple.

'"Those who cling to worthless idols forfeit the grace that could be theirs.

But I, with a song of thanksgiving, will sacrifice to you.

What I have vowed I will make good.

Salvation comes from the Lord.'"

"I can tell from the way you read it that you've been studying the book of Jonah," Kizu said, impressed.

"Yes, I have read it a lot," Ikuo replied, "but I don't know where the Lord is or what he's like. And the same holds true for salvation."

"How do you envision the second panel of the triptych?"

"How about a picture of Jonah, furious as he confronts God?"

"Would you read that part, too?" Kizu asked.

" 'O Lord, is this not what I said when I was still at home? That is why I was so quick to flee to Tarshish. I knew that you are a gracious and com- passionate God, slow to anger and abounding in love, a God who relents from sending calamity. Now, O Lord, take away my life, for it is better for me to die than to live.'

"But the Lord replied, 'Have you any right to be angry?'

"Jonah went out and sat down at a place east of the city. There he made himself a shelter, sat in its shade and waited to see what would happen to the city. Then the Lord God provided a vine and made it grow up over Jonah to give shade for his head to ease his discomfort, and Jonah was very happy about the vine. But at dawn the next day God provided a worm, which chewed the vine so that it withered. When the sun rose, God provided a scorching east wind, and the sun blazed on Jonah's head so that he grew faint. He wanted to die, and said, 'It would be better for me to die than to live.'

"But God said to Jonah, 'Do you have a right to be angry about the vine?'

"Í do,' he said. 'I am angry enough to die.'"

Ikuo closed the compact Bible. "I'm interested in the book of Jonah up to this point," he said, "but I don't like what God says after this. It's strangely human."

"The part where Jonah, angry, is sitting under the vine would make a clear theme for the second panel. What about the final panel? I'd planned for it to be the centerpiece of the triptych."

"I'm really interested in how you visualize that," Ikuo said seriously.

"It's important to me too."

"Well, what sort of mental picture do you have?"