![]() ![]() The recipient of the 1966 Tanizaki Prize, it has been called "Endō's supreme achievement" and "one of the twentieth century's finest novels". ![]() It tells the story of a Jesuit missionary sent to 17th-century Japan, who endures persecution in the time of Kakure Kirishitan ("Hidden Christians") that followed the defeat of the Shimabara Rebellion. When he was thrown in here there were no other prisoners except himself.Silence ( Japanese: 沈黙, Hepburn: Chinmoku) is a 1966 novel of theological and historical fiction by Japanese author Shūsaku Endō. After arriving, he had been brought out twice for investigation, and this gave him a chance to see what the place looked like outside-a bamboo fence faced threateningly inwards, while further outside were the thatch-roofed houses in which dwelt the guards. Here food was pushed in to him once each day. Light entered through a little barred window and a small grating, fixed with a sliding wooden door through which a plate could barely be passed. Only just built, it looked like a kind of storehouse inside, it was slightly raised from the ground. The prison was on the slope of a hill, surrounded by trees. Once again he was put up on the barebacked horse. When the exchange of greetings had come to an end and the band that had escorted him from Omura turned their horses and vanished off along the road to the north where the sun’s rays still fell gently, the priest was surrounded by the group that had come for him from Nagasaki. Now the priest knew that he was going to be handed over to a new escort. Still on horseback he greeted the newcomers with a bow which was solemnly answered. Immediately the samurai with the pipe jumped astride his horse and galloped with all speed toward the oncoming crowd. ‘They’re here! They’re here!’ yelled the guards, pointing toward the south and from that direction there slowly approached a band of samurai and their attendants, similar to the ones here waiting. Probably he had got tired of crawling after them and had dropped away. Sometimes the priest would look back over the road along which they had come, but there was no sign of Kichijirō-he must have been delayed on the way. The northern sky was still clear in spots, but toward the south heavy, evening clouds were already gathering. Some of them relieved themselves in the shadow of the rock. ![]() Meanwhile the officials looked on enviously.įor a long time, now standing, now sitting on a rock, they all stood looking toward the south. The samurai took two or three pulls, belched out the smoke and then passed on the pipe to his companion. This was the first time since coming to Japan that the priest had seen tobacco. One of the samurai was smoking tobacco with a long pipe. The long period of sitting on horseback with hands tightly bound had taken its toll and when he stood up on the ground, a searing pain shot through his thighs. The samurai were engaged in earnest discussion and when they had finished they gave the order for the priest to be taken down from his horse. Here and there clusters of shrubs seemed to be crawling over the earth but everywhere else only the black-brown ground stretched out endlessly. THE sky grew dark clouds moved slowly over the mountain tops and down over the fields. ![]()
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