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- Japan Today
Bears attacks sharply on the rise in Japan and they seem to like Koshihikari rice
By Michael Hoffman Bear terror. We're their victims, they're ours. We're changing their environment, they're invading ours. They don't mean the harm they do – no comfort to those they do it to. Shukan Gendai (Aug 4) takes us to a rice-growing community in Iwate Prefecture, population 400. Everybody knows everybody, everyone greets everyone, outsiders are rare, intruders unheard of – but the footsteps that roused a local farmer around 5 a.m. on July 1 were assuredly not friendly, or even human. A locked outbuilding on his land bore unmistakable signs of thwarted forced entry. A bear, no doubt. There'd been sightings earlier. An outer kitchen window of the main house was penetrable, but not the inner one. End chapter one. Chapter two: three days later Seiko Takahashi was found dead in her kitchen. She was 81, living alone, since her husband last year moved to a senior citizens' home. Her son, coming upon her, had a double shock: her death and the claw marks all over her. No mystery as to perpetrator. The Asian black bear (tsukinowa in Japanese) is 150-odd cms tall, diffident by nature, vegetarian by preference – a dwindling remnant of an officially listed endangered species. Ordinarily it avoids us and we certainly don't seek it out – to each species its own. Its the shrinking – shrunk –natural environment that forces bears into altered ways, into human communities on scavenging expeditions. Hungry, they don't count the cost. Nonhuman, they don't know the cost. Or care. There's no reconciling their interests and ours. We're vulnerable to their famished, frightened or enraged strength, they to our guns – but normally only hunters have guns and hunters are dwindling in Japan faster than bears. There are other recourses. In 2003 in Matsumoto, Nagano Prefecture, a 63-year-old man used a judo throw against a bear that attacked him while he was picking mushrooms. In 2016 a bear was unlucky enough to charge a black belt karate champion, also 63, fishing quietly in a quiet stream in Gunma Prefecture. The less physically adept among us admire and envy. We wish we could do that but few can. The 13 years that separate the two stories prove it. Suppose you're not a martial artist – what then? Courage is courage, trained or not. Shukan Gendai tells of a man, a neighbor of the deceased Seiko Takahashi, whose name and age we are not told, who in June, a month before Takahashi's death, plagued by a bear's depredations – the same bear? – grabbed hold of an iron bar and sallied forth, determined to do his best – worst, rather –whatever that might involve. The depredations had included the usual breaking and entry and marks thereof, failed here, successful there. Where successful, the bear pounced on its prey, stored sacks of Koshihikari rice, tearing them to shreds and feasting – a messy feeder but possessed all the same of some discrimination evidently, Koshihikari being a top brand. There were several near encounters, the bear, not the man, being the one to slink off. But hunger, or maybe some form of ursine pride, stokes courage. And so there they stood one day, bear and man, three meters apart, the man armed with his iron bar, the bear with a radio it had picked up somewhere and which it now hurled – harmlessly, and now the man brandished his bar in earnest. The bear's resistance crumpled, leaving the man in victorious possession of the field – knowing, however, that he has not seen the last of this four-footed antagonist. What would have been going through his mind as he stood there? He knows – everyone knows; reports are everywhere of bear incursions, assaults and (stretching the sense of the word ) murder – and not only in remote areas. Still fresh in memory is a bear's bursting last November into an Akita city supermarket, where it fed on meat, mauled an employee and remained at large for two days before being captured and killed. There's no easy solution, Shukan Gendai fears. People are aging and living alone, fields are reverting to jungle, hunting is in decline – in short, the struggle for survival is tilting, if lightly, in the bears' favor. They're an endangered species but so, in a way, are we. © Japan Today
Japan Today
23-06-2025
- General
- Japan Today
Japan leads world in a number of ways ... but not all good
By Michael Hoffman 'Japan as number one' – you'd think we were back in the 1980s. Japan entered that decade the world's third largest economy; by 1988 it was second largest; would it supplant the U.S. and be first? A matter of time, thought many Japanese and more than a few Americans – Japanese with pride, Americans with varying degrees and combinations of fear, mistrust, envy, admiration and occasional spasms of outright loathing. A generation earlier Japan had been rubble; now the nation that had defeated it was itself facing defeat. It was a challenging and tense moment. It passed. Japan's bubble burst, America's fortunes revived, and 40 years later Japan finds itself an aging, sagging, it's not too much to say doddering, has-been. Number one? Number four, economically speaking, and if a second economic miracle is on the horizon, it needs a visionary to see it. But there's more to a nation's life than its economy, and Shukan Gendai (June 23) boldly declares, 'The Japanese are number one in the world' – in a number of ways, not all of them good but that's not the point; distinctiveness is, and give Japan its due: after a century and a half of 'modernization,' 'Westernization' and various other forms of trashing its own past and large swaths of its native culture, Japan remains Japan – which is to say distinctive, which is to say unique – number one, if you choose to put it that way. To start, as Shukan Gendai does, with the obvious: it's the world's longest-living nation, one of the safest, arguably one of the cleanest, and possibly the trimmest, only 25 percent of its population being overweight as against 70 percent of Americans and just over half of Europeans. Thank rice for that, says the magazine – a point to which we'll return in a moment. Another 'number one' leaps off the page at us: Japan is the nation most protective of nature. Really? That too invites a pause for reflection. Let's consider sex in the meantime. Japanese couples are 'the world's most sexless.' Marital sex, broadly viewed, is tepid, occurring on average 45 times a year, according to a global survey by the condom-maker Durex. What would Greeks think of that? They're the world leaders at 164 times a year, roughly as far above the world average (103 times) as the Japanese are below it. Not surprisingly, Japanese seem to be the world's least satisfied with their marriages and their romantic lives in general, 24 percent declaring themselves satisfied versus the world average of 44 percent. But then there's this, proof if any were needed of the old silver-lining-behind-every-cloud adage. Unerotic and unsatisfactory Japanese marriages may be once the novelty wears off, but there are grounds – at least Shukan Gendai finds some – for declaring them possibly the world's most harmonious. The evidence? Marriage counselors claim more than half their clients – 53 percent – consult them as couples rather than as individuals. Husband and wife visit the marriage counselor together, and togetherness… well, is its own reward. Japan is said to be the least religious of nations. Not so, says Shukan Gendai. On the contrary, it leads the world in belief in 'spiritual entities' – not God in the monotheistic sense, or gods in the classical Greek or Roman mode, but real nonetheless, to believers, (or better to say, if 'belief' is too forceful a word for what is going on here, to those breathing the air that nurtures those spirits who are no less real and possibly more so for being, most of them, nameless, formless, undefinable; impossible, in short, to pin down in the way the West likes to pin down its existent beings and things.) Japan is different, roots of the difference going back to ancient Shinto and its 'myriad gods' – kami in Japanese, a word which 'God' or 'gods' translates most inadequately; 'spirit' or 'spirits' conveys their amorphousness better. Ambiguity, a Western vice, is a Japanese virtue; Japan may be the world's most ambiguous nation. So much the better if it is, and better off it may well be for rejecting 'the West's tendency to call everything either black or white.' In philosophy it's known as the Law of the Excluded Middle: either a proposition is true, or its negation is true. A statement is either true or false, a being either existent or non. Why impoverish life by rejecting contradiction? Japan embraces it and is the richer thereby. Kami were (still are, if Shukan Gendai sees true) everywhere; they did everything; not by accident was this 'the land of the gods.' Kami were 'birds, beasts, trees, plants, seas, mountains and so forth,' wrote the early-modern Shintoist Motoori Norinaga (1730-1801); human too, sometimes. They came and they went; here today, they might be gone tomorrow; amorphous yes, but 'all things in this world, such as the changing of the seasons, the falling of the rain and the gusting of the wind, as well as the various good and bad things that happen to countries and people, all are entirely the august works of the gods,' wrote Norinaga; there were some 'that shone with the luster of fireflies and evil kami that buzzed like flies,' says the 8th-century chronicle 'Nihon Shoki.' That's part of the heritage Japan rejected as it modernized – maybe not completely. Shukan Gendai at any rate finds traces of it in the Japanese character even today. And on that note we can return to rice and nature. Rice traditionally was sacred; so was nature. The one was more than food, the other more than natural. It was (they were) supernatural, alive in ways lost to us. What we gained in mastery and abundance we lost in sacredness. The gods fled – or perhaps didn't, not all of them, not entirely; they drop by from time to time to see how we're doing, sometimes declaring themselves, more often not. Individuals never fully escape their childhood, nor nations their past. The facts remain: rice consumption has declined steadily since the 1960s, lagging now behind bread as a breakfast choice, and as for nature, the Japanese can respond as they like to surveys measuring their reverence for it, the visual evidence is plain: they reverence concrete more. © Japan Today
Japan Today
05-05-2025
- Entertainment
- Japan Today
A boom in matching apps for married women
By Michael Hoffman Whoever you are, whatever you do, whatever you're looking for, there's an ap for you. What's the one thing everyone wants besides money and power? Love. A capricious flower, love. It blossoms or doesn't, withers or doesn't, hovers out of reach until, just when you least expect it, it lands in your lap – or doesn't. There's marriage. All cultures have it. Its forms vary but not its purpose. It channels the sex drive, presides over child-rearing, and governs inheritance. Some marriages begin with love, others end in love, others still have little or nothing to do with love. All cultures attach some degree of sanctity to it, fading in our own desanctified time but still felt. There are marriage apps, pre-marriage apps, post-marriage apps and extra-marital apps. Together they form a community of apps known in Japanized English as 'matching' apps – whose latest version, profiled by Shukan Gendai (April 28), has sparked a veritable 'boom' (yet another one), catering to married women in search of love, marriage having let them down without quite breaking down. The author of the report is its main character – a man of 52 with frankly confessed (under cover of anonymity; for convenience we'll call him Tetsuo) marital problems of his own. His 22-year marriage has run its course. It's dead in all but name. Must he die with it? But he's so very much alive! Where to go, what to do? Life and love, if not inseparable, are so closely intertwined as to make the loveless life a thin, dim, shadowy prospect, a joyless trudge into the questionable refuge of old age in which such things cease to matter. Meanwhile… what? Anything? Nothing? An extra-marital relationship? Why not? Divorce is foreseeable – after the couple's teenage daughter is grown; not before. Should he wait? Why? Life is here, now. To suppress it till there, then is surely to diminish it. He can force himself to wait, maybe, but it – life – won't wait with him, or for him. Confiding in a friend over drinks, he heard for the first time of matching apps. Tell me more, he said. He listened eagerly. Check it out, said the friend. Maybe I will, he thought. A little online research gave him the general picture. The first organized 'matching' events for the unhappily married, circa 2018, were non-app, non-virtual, face-to-face get-togethers: dinners, parties, outings – modern jauntier equivalents of the traditional omiai arranged marriage events. The COVID-19 epidemic put a stop to them, and apps arose to fill the vacuum. The three leaders in the field – 'Kikonsha Club' (kikonsha means 'already married'), 'Cuddle' and 'Healmate' – boast a combined client base of some 1.2 million, men as a rule paying a monthly fee of about 10,000 yen, women not charged. 'I started this service,' Healmate founder Taeko Isono tells Shukan Gendai, 'for those who want to experience the full richness of life. There are those who feel it's immoral for married people to engage in extra-marital relationships, and I understand their feelings. But those who feel differently have a right to choose accordingly.' A dead marriage is an awful thing. Some couples try in all earnestness to bring it back to life. Sometimes they succeed; more often not. Years take their toll. Love feeds on freshness, surprise; it withers in familiarity and routine. Some of her clients, says Isono, are reanimated, reinvigorated by the encounters her service fosters. Others, she says, find themselves going back to their spouses with fresh appreciation of their charms and virtues. Life is full of surprises – sometimes. Tetsuo urged himself on: 'Let's see what happens.' He had doubts. Yes, he owed it to himself – but didn't he owe something too to his wife and child? He felt them looking on, disdainful and reproachful, as he filled in his profile. Would it bother them to know? 'But they won't know.' Perhaps they'd laugh at him? Perhaps they'd have reason to. Mustering his courage, he stated in his profile a preference for a 'second partner' in her 20s or thirties. No one replied. It stung. It was a blow to his masculine pride. He put the best face he could on it. 'Well,' he thought, 'to a woman that young a man my age may well seem past it. I'm not, but…' – seeming trumps reality. He yielded. 'Alright, the 40s and 50s then.' There came a message signed Kayo. Real name? Not? Does it matter? No. Age? 54. They chatted, clicked, met for dinner, clicked again, had a few drinks, grew lively, checked into a nearby love hotel, and clicked there too. Tetsuo awakened to a smartphone sounding. Kayo slept on. It was her phone. He shook her awake. He caught his breath. Her husband? 'What?' Kayo asked sleepily. 'Your phone. Your husband?' 'What if it is?' 'But…' 'I don't care if he finds out.' You'd think Tetsuo would have been pleased – but no, quite the contrary, these were deep waters, maybe deeper than were good for him, it's one thing to look forward to doing something like this, another to face one hardly knows what but the human imagination is a vigorous thing, conjuring all kinds of possibilities, all kinds of complications, and his was already going into overdrive. He blocked Kayo's messages and never saw her again. A sad, perhaps unnecessarily sad ending – with one consolation: a reporter's consolation rather than a lover's. He got his story. © Japan Today
