Summary
A kimono is folded for the last time; incense still clings to the paper screens when Yukio, half-Japanese, half-Western, steps off the gangway onto a wharf that smells of tar and ambition. His mother’s death certificate, creased like an origami wound, is the only map he owns. America answers him with a slap of brass-band noise and skyscraper shadows that dwarf the Shinto shrines of his childhood. He combs the immigrant quarters, from fog-choked canneries in Frisco to Fifth Avenue parlors where tuxedoed tycoons brandish racism like a croquet mallet. Somewhere in this labyrinth of barbed opportunity lurks the Caucasian stranger who once signed a port-side ledger and vanished into the continent’s carnivorous sprawl. Each clue—a faded photograph, a cigar band, a phonograph record warped by oceanic exile—pushes Yukio deeper into the raw seams of a nation busily inventing itself. Along the way he collides with a Salvation-Army lass whose eyes are as stubbornly hopeful as cracked stained glass, a Bowery grifter who speaks in tongues of smoke, and a kimono-clad actress touring the vaudeville circuit, her painted smile concealing a passport stamped with the same hyphenated identity that burns in his chest. When the trail finally dead-ends at a mining camp crucified against a blood-red mesa, Yukio must decide whether the father he imagined is worth the birthright he might claim: citizenship in a country that measures worth by the pallor of one’s skin, or loyalty to the maternal ghosts humming lullabies in a language the frontier calls enemy. The climax, shot at dusk with the mercury sky bleeding into alkali dust, fuses East and West in a single silhouette: a son holding the smoking rifle of filial myth while the desert wind scatters both American ash and Japanese incense into one indivisible dust devil.
Synopsis
After his Japanese mother dies, a biracial young man travels to the United States to track down his American father.
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