Trevanian

Trevanian

Trevanian does not have many, if any, footnotes in his novels, unlike David Foster Wallace.  This one has always fascinated and amused me.  If you haven’t read the novel, Naked/Kill is an extreme form of martial arts practiced by Nicholai Hel, the main character (and assassin) in the book.  A master of Naked/Kill can turn seemingly innocuous objects like paper clips and playing cards into deadly weapons.  In one of the book’s best scenes, Nicholai uses Naked/Kill to take the life of a Japanese general whom he looks upon as a father, to spare him the shame of a war crimes trial during the occupation of Japan following the Japanese surrender at the end of World War II.

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Footnote on page 179 of my copy:

In the course of this book, Nicholai Hel will avail himself of the tactics of Naked/Kill, but these will never be described in detail.   In an earlier book, the author portrayed a dangerous ascent of a mountain.  In the process of converting this novel into a vapid film, a fine young climber was killed.  In a later book, the author detailed a method for stealing paintings from any well-guarded museum.  Shortly after the Italian version of this book appeared, three paintings were stolen in Milan by the exact method described, and two of these were irreparably mutilated.

Simple social responsibility now dictates that he avoid exact descriptions of tactics and events which, although they might be of interest to a handful of readers, might contribute to the harm done to (and by) the uninitiated.

In a similar vein, the author shall keep certain advanced sexual techniques in partial shadow, as they might be dangerous, and would certainly be painful, to the neophyte.

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From page 82, General Kishikawa describing the quality of shibumi to Nicholai, who then takes a vow to make it his life’s goal to achieve…discover…become… shibumi.

‘Shibumi, sir?’  Nicholai knew the word, but only as it applied to gardens or architecture, where it connoted an understated beauty.  ‘How are using the term, sir?’

‘Oh, vaguely.  And incorrectly I suspect.  A blundering attempt to describe an ineffable quality.  As you know, shibumi has to do with great refinement underlying commonplace appearances.  It is a statement so correct that is does not have to be bold, so poignant it does not have to be pretty, so true it does not have to be real.  Shibumi is understanding, rather than knowledge.  Eloquent silence.  In demeanor, it is modesty without pudency.  In art, where the spirit of shibumi takes the form of sabi, it is elegant simplicity, articulate brevity.  In philosophy, where shibumi emerges as wabi, it is spiritual tranquility that is not passive, it is being with the angst of becoming.  And in the personality of man, it is … how does one say it?  Authority without domination?  Something like that.’

Nicholai’s imagination was galvanized by the concept of shibumi.  No other ideal had ever touched him so.  ‘How does one achieve this shibumi, sir?’

‘One does not achieve it, one … discovers it. And only a few men of infinite refinement ever do that.  Men like my friend Otake-san.’

‘Meaning that one must learn a great deal to arrive at shibumi.

‘Meaning, rather, that one must pass through knowledge and arrive at simplicity.’

From that moment, Nicholai’s primary goal in life was to become a man of shibumi; a personality of overwhelming calm.  It was a vocation open to him while, for reasons of breeding, education, and temperment, most vocations were closed.  In pursuit of shibumi he could excel invisibly, without attracting the attention and vengeance of the tyrannical masses.*

*This last bit is one of those parts I alluded to my Why Shibumo? page.  To quote myself, “It is a fine read, though occasionally the author’s views on breeding, Eastern superiority, and smelly Americans (ironically he was born in America, but lived in Europe for years) make for the occasional mental eye roll.”  I guess I have a mental eye roll here because I’m pretty sure the author would consider me, and the vast majority of humans on the earth, as a member of the tyrannical masses.

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