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316 pages, Paperback
First published October 1, 2003
A blank notebook demands words. Which words? I wonder.Princess Harueme is nearing the end of her life. The pain and heaviness in her chest is undeniable. She is saying farewell to her friends and servants, preparing to leave her great-grandnephew the Emperor's court and become a nun for the brief time she has remaining. This is during the Daiji era (1129 C.E.), not very long after cats first came to the Eight Islands of what we now call Japan. Among her accumulated trunks and boxes, Harueme finds a number of beautiful blank notebooks, each demanding words... and so she grinds some good black ink, picks up her favorite wolf's-fur brush, and begins to write the tale which becomes Kij Johnson's 2003 novel Fudoki.
—p.16
The tortoiseshell's fudoki was many cats long, and she knew them all—The Cat with a Litter of Ten, The Cat Born the Year the Star Fell, the Fire-Tailed Cat.
—p.18
Most monogatari tales are about what their authors already know: life as a court noblewoman, the mannered round of exchanged poems and misunderstood intentions. I am intimately familiar with this world: I was born for it, and have lived at court for fifty years. And here, where I tell the tale of the cat who became a woman, I confess frankly that much of my life bored me senseless.
—p.65
What man, what lost love or deceased kinsman is worth death? The space in my life that my half-brother once filled is now an aching icy pain, like the hole left after a tooth is pulled, and I am dying in weeks or months—and yet I still fight for life, as every mouse does, until the final beak-blow. The grace in tragedy is not to succumb, but to fight on.After all, doesn't every writer of fiction (except perhaps George R.R. Martin) eventually decide to stop—enough—to say 'I cannot inflict any more cruelty upon my characters, my own creations'? And yet it appears that the author of us all experiences no such compunctions, no such hold upon his mighty pen...
—pp.87-88
—it is easy to ignore a cat when she is not of a mind to remind you of her existence, though otherwise it is impossible.
—p.160
My woman Shigeko came to me as suddenly as a sneeze.
—p.173
I find that insights grow more frequent as I have less time to take advantage of them.
—p.242
If a comet is without meaning, it seems possible that a woman is likewise so; and I do not wish to think this of myself.Princess Harueme needn't have worried, and neither should Johnson—comets do not have such wishes, something which of itself ascribes meaning.
—p.43