bioethics – Contemporary Japanese Literature

Natsuo Kirino’s 2022 novel Swallows follows an impoverished young woman who becomes a surrogate birthmother for a high-performing couple on the cusp of middle age.

Riki works a full-time temp job as a receptionist at a general hospital, but she can only barely make rent in an aging apartment building in Tokyo. Her parents back in Hokkaido don’t have any money, and she’s completely on her own after leaving a toxic romantic relationship. Her best friend at work, Teru, isn’t doing much better, especially not with an unreliable boyfriend who pressures her to do sex work on the side so she can pay the interest on his debts.

To raise money, Teru registers to sell her eggs under the auspices of a Japan-based fertility service, and she attempts to persuade Riki to join her. Riki is tired of eating bargain convenience store food, wearing third-hand Uniqlo clothing she buys online, and being harassed by the shitty men who live in her garbage apartment building – so she agrees.

Riki’s application attracts the interest of a company representative who thinks she’d be the perfect fit for a married couple looking for a surrogate birthmother, Motoi and Yuko Kusaoke. Riki has doubts about this situation, which is only dubiously legal to begin with, but the Kusaokes offer her a life-changing amount of money. Once Riki has signed a contract, the husband, Motoi, becomes overbearing in his need to control Riki’s private life; and, to spite him, she has casual sex before receiving his sperm. When she becomes pregnant with twins, she can’t be entirely sure that Motoi is the father. To make matters even more complicated, Yuko feels more sympathy for Riki than she does for her husband, and she’s considering ending the marriage.

Swallows is more suspenseful than you might suspect. Who is the father of the children? Will Motoi and Yuko separate? Will Riki carry the pregnancy to term? And, if she does… what then?

Despite its strong forward momentum, the narrative pacing of Swallows is uneven. The story takes a while to get going, and the opening in particular feels like a series of political talking points in an essay about economic precarity in contemporary Japan, especially in relation to young women. Moreover, perhaps because the author is using the characters to present an argument, they seem to change their position every time a new circumstance arises. While it’s fair to harbor ambiguous feelings about a major life decision, this back-and-forth drags down the middle third of the novel, which feels about fifty pages too long.

Still, Kirino isn’t wrong about the challenges facing young women in Japan, nor is she exaggerating the absurdities surrounding fertility treatments and procedures. I’ve been watching these discussions evolve in academic circles for the past decade, and it’s cathartic to see Kirino come out swinging as she demonstrates the effects that abstract political policies can have on real people. Even as someone who doesn’t live in Japan and isn’t interested in pregnancy, I was still captivated by the human drama played out on the stage of individual lives.

For me, the star character of Swallows is Ririko, Yuko’s friend who works as a professional artist specializing in erotic shunga paintings. Ririko is asexual, aromantic, and only interested in sex as a visual motif in her art. As such, her perspective on romance and pregnancy feels original and refreshing, especially in contrast to the constant waffling of the other characters.

In addition, the scenes with Ririko are where Lisa Hoffmann-Kuroda’s translation shines especially brightly, as Ririko’s rough language (especially concerning sex) is humorous and colorful without ever stumbling into the realm of coarse or cringe.

Ririko’s family owns a small suburban hospital, and she operates a studio on the property. After Yuko introduces her to the now-pregnant Riki, Ririko invites her to live in the hospital while doing light part-time work as her administrative assistant. This portion of the novel is almost utopian, as Riki is cared for in her pregnancy by what is essentially a commune – a community of (mostly elderly) people who provide companionship and support while Riki does untaxing but important work in exchange for room, board, and a small salary.

I really enjoyed this part of Swallows not just because of the warm and cozy vibes (by which I mean the fourth-act narrative cooldown necessary to heighten the impact of the fifth-act narrative resolution), but also because I appreciate that Kirino offers a practical and viable solution to the very real issues pertaining to economic precarity that dissuade so many women from even considering pregnancy.

Swallows might be an interesting book to pair with Sayaka Murata’s novel Vanishing World; but, without getting into why Vanishing World’s treatment of pregnancy and Japan’s demographic shift is so disappointing, I have to admit that I infinitely prefer Kirino’s speculative but still grounded application of utopian imagination.

Even if you’re not interested in the topic of pregnancy in Japan, you might be surprised by how much suspense the author manages to generate with the question of whether or not the protagonist will carry her pregnancy to term. Swallows isn’t one of Kirino’s most plot-focused or psychologically astute novels, perhaps, but I still flew through this book, which keeps the reader guessing until the literal last page. Which is fantastic, by the way. Good for her.

Title: Parasite Eve
Japanese Title: パラサイト・イヴ (Parasaito Ivu)
Author: Sena Hideaki (瀬名秀明)
Translator: Tyran Grillo
Publication Year: 1995 (Japan); 2005 (America)
Publisher: Vertical
Pages: 314

Sometimes I know that I should not write a particular review. Sometimes I have nothing nice to say. Sometimes, however, it’s way too much fun to resist writing about a hilariously bad book. This has happened before with Outlet and xxxHOLiC: ANOTHERHOLiC, and now it’s happening again with Sena Hideaki’s horror novel Parasite Eve, which is so bad that it’s almost good.

If nothing else, the premise of Parasite Eve is certainly original. A woman named Kiyomi has a problem with her mitochondria, which have collectively mutated into an intelligent being. These mitochondria gradually take over Kiyomi’s body, killing her and forcing her husband Toshiaki, a pharmaceutical researcher, to cultivate her liver cells. Since Kiyomi was an organ donor, one of her livers has found its way into a fourteen-year-old girl named Mariko, who begins to suffer from nightmares. As Toshiaki’s cell culture, which he has named “Eve 1,” grows, it (she) gains the ability to move around and make herself look like Toshiaki’s dead wife. Since Eve 1 cannot live for long on her own, she wants to create a half-human, half-mitochondria offspring, a project for which she needs Toshiaki’s sperm and Mariko’s womb. Although Eve 1 has a time limit for how long she can survive outside of a cell incubator, she can reshape herself at will and shoot fire. It goes without saying that Toshiaki must find a way stop her.

The narrative shifts between Toshiaki, Toshiaki’s research assistant, Mariko’s father, Mariko’s doctor, and Kiyomi. Eve 1 occasionally gets a few italicized paragraphs, too. Each of these characters is interesting in his or her own right; but, even though none of them are wooden or stereotypical, their characterization felt a bit half-hearted to me. The real focus of the first two-thirds of the book seems to be less on the characters and more on the surgery and scientific experiments they are involved in. Toshiaki’s research and Mariko’s organ transplant are described in loving detail, with all sorts of technical terms accompanied by explanations for the general reader. Even with all the non-fiction exegesis of science and medicine, the narrative progresses normally (if a bit slowly) for 175 pages. Even though there was a bit of Eve 1 shooting orgasms at people (I am not making this up) previously, this is the point at which things get ridiculous.

The next paragraph is filled with spoilers and sex. Consider yourself warned.

In the last third of the book, Eve 1 steps into the spotlight. I was especially struck by how Sena chose to portray her as intensely sexual. When Eve 1 first gains the ability to manipulate her shape while still in the cell culture incubator, she immediately gives herself a vagina and a finger and puts the two together. She then mouth-rapes Toshiaki’s student in order to gain control of her body for a few days before breaking free, at which point she turns herself into a giant vagina and rapes Toshiaki so as to procure his sperm. I kept thinking to myself, I bet Eve 1 is going to grow a penis and rape the fourteen-year-old next. So, when Eve 1 grew a penis and raped Mariko (after a short jaunt through the sewer), I actually laughed so hard that I cried a little bit. At the very end of the book, it turns out that Eve 1’s offspring cannot live (something about the male mitochondria in her body fighting the female mitochondria; don’t ask me). Instead of using her mitochondrial superpowers to generate a small-scale nuclear reaction and blow everything sky high (as I would have done in her situation), Eve 1’s daughter decides to fuse into the body of her father Toshiaki, and all of their cells have sex before they both die. Brilliant.

Body horror seems to be one of the major selling points of Parasite Eve, but body horror needs to be subtle in order to be truly effective. I believe that the body horror in this novel is unsubtle to an extreme, however, and the book has very few genuinely creepy moments. Also, by the end of the story, I really wanted Eve 1 to succeed in her mission of evolving an all-female race of mitochondria mutants, so I was a bit (okay, extremely) disappointed when both her and her daughter were defeated by the patriarchal power structures that pervade the narrative. Also, the idea that a female character needs to be either an innocent victim, a primordial mother, or a hyper-sexualized aggressor is getting a little stale. Seriously, is the dawn of a female race of X-Men with tentacles really too much to ask for?

To summarize, Parasite Eve is somewhat slow and boring for 175 pages, becomes progressively more gross and strange for the next 100 pages, and then ends in a 15 page orgy of fire and violence and slime. In other words, the pacing is a bit uneven, as is the distribution of action and explanation. Overall, reading Parasite Eve felt uncannily like reading a Michael Crichton novel, including the way that the science became increasingly more outlandish as the story progressed. If you’re a fan of Michael Crichton novels (or Dean Koontz novels), then you’ll probably be able to gloss over the flaws in the writing and enjoy Parasite Eve. Sena is working with very interesting material, after all, and his style is neither dry nor unliterary. The translation flows smoothly, and everything from dialog to the description of surgery has been rendered into natural, idiomatic English. If nothing else, it is worth reading through the first two thirds of the book in order to get to the ending. Especially if you’re into the sort of thing that happens during the ending – and, admit it, who isn’t?