The Samurai Strategy Part 25
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purpose is, like s.h.i.+nto itself, the peace and ordering of the world."
"What's this all about?" She looked at Ken, in a black silk kimono, serenely sipping his sake and looking the essence of cultivated, tantalizing otherness. "Did you have anything to do with this?"
He carefully set down his s.h.i.+no dish and smoothed his long sleeve. "I did have occasion to remind Noda-sama that you have a unique combination of background and expertise, Tamara, that could be very instrumental in the realization of his objectives."
"And what are his objectives?" She looked back at Noda. "Your objectives?"
"You, Dr. Richardson, should appreciate this better than anyone." He studied his sake saucer. "There are things the West excels at doing, and there are areas, I trust it is not improper to say, in which we j.a.panese have demonstrated apt.i.tude. Why should we compete in each other's spheres? It leads only to divisiveness. We open ourselves to predators-- from the steppes of the Caucasus to the oil-rich deserts of Araby. But if we join together, the peoples of j.a.pan and America can achieve insurmountable strength."
"You're talking about something that would more properly be in the realm of diplomacy, Noda-san."
He laughed. "Pardon me, Dr. Richardson, but diplomacy is merely the window dressing for reality. The world cares not a penny for diplomacy, only for power. No one troubled about the Persian Gulf states until they had OPEC and the rest of us had no petroleum. Then suddenly they were toasted worldwide as men of great moment. That is the meaning of 'diplomacy.'
"The reason I knew you would understand the importance of Ise," he went on, "is that, in your genes, you are part of us. You appreciate the value of harmony, one of the first teachings of our philosophy. There must be harmony between man and his world."
"What does that--?"
"Please, just allow me to finish. In like manner, there must also be harmony between nations. Yet all we hear about today is friction.
Usually trade friction. Between our nations. But what can be done? The solutions we hear talked of seem, for reasons political and otherwise, impossible to implement. So what course does that leave? You speak of diplomacy, but already diplomacy has been shown inadequate. Why, we might ask, is that so? Because, as your Thomas Jefferson observed many years ago, money is the princ.i.p.al exchange of civilized nations.
Diplomacy comes out of economic power. It was trade that estranged our two nations once before in this century, leading to a conflict neither of us desired, and it is money that creates these 'frictions' we hear about so much today. Since diplomacy has failed, we must now find other means to bring stability and thus harmony to both our nations."
She was tempted to ask him how all the right-wing, nationalistic fervor he was churning up with the sword would contribute to this so-called harmony, but instead she inquired what, specifically, he was proposing.
"The most pressing problem America has today, Dr. Richardson, is the growing inability of your industries to compete. If I may be allowed to generalize: America's strength has long been in innovation, but I think it is reasonable to suggest that j.a.panese management has had a commensurate share of success. So much so that we have been the subject of a flurry of books in your country." He smiled. "Even, I should add, several very insightful volumes written by you yourself. Also, j.a.panese industry has already been part of a number of joint ventures, inst.i.tuting our management techniques in the service of America's business."
"Well, unquestionably we do have problems in our industrial sector just now," Tam interjected. "But j.a.pan has plenty of difficulties of its own."
"Most a.s.suredly." He nodded. "However, as some might put it, 'the proof is in the pudding.' I merely ask you to compare your, and our, balance of trade, or productivity. Surely these both suggest there is truth in what I say."
At that point Akira Mori abruptly seized the floor. "You know, Dr.
Richardson, there are those in your country who are now saying your trade problems are caused by j.a.pan. That we should work less, save less, squander more, just as you do. Perhaps so we will self-destruct economically as America is now doing and no longer be an embarra.s.sment to you."
"That is hardly--" Noda tried to break in, but she waved him aside.
"No, this needs to be said. I am tired of hearing Americans tell us to follow their example." She turned back. "Your media
chastise us for our thrift and hard work, while your businessmen, who are happy enough to grow rich retailing the superior goods we make, refuse to invest their profits in modernizing their own factories.
Instead they give themselves bonuses and j.a.pan lectures."
At that she wound down, to the obvious relief of Noda and Ken. The outburst seemed to pa.s.s as quickly as it had come, but it succeeded in reinforcing Tarn's reservations about Akira Mori.
"So what exactly do you have in mind?" She looked back at Noda.
"Dr. Richardson, no one in j.a.pan desires to see America's industrial base disintegrate. That is dangerous for the future, both yours and ours. Yet joint ventures and management seminars are too little, too late. We, and by 'we' I mean Dai Nippon, are determined to make a more structured contribution."
As he laid out his plan, she realized that Matsuo Noda had decided to play G.o.d. Still, in this world such things were possible; all it took was enough financial clout. If anybody doubted that, just remember OPEC.
But that was the last time around. Now j.a.pan had the money. Maybe the oil billionaires of years past had no good idea what to do with their winnings, but Matsuo Noda had a very precise idea indeed.
The one remaining problem: he needed Tamara Richardson.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
In the aftermath of that evening down in Ise, Tam was convinced of only one fact. n.o.body was giving her the straight story. Not Noda, not Mori, not Ken. And when she tried to talk supercomputers with MITI officials at the Kyoto conference.
she again sensed she was hearing a runaround. Suddenly all she could get was j.a.pan's public face, that version of reality j.a.panese executives call _tatemae_, superficial and soothing a.s.surances, intended to promote the _wa_, harmony, so desirable in human affairs.
When j.a.pan doesn't care to give answers, _hai_ no longer translates as "yes." It just means "I heard you."
Even more troublesome was the question of Ken. As best she could tell, he was merely a reluctant accomplice in Noda's grand design. But why was he going along with Dai Nippon if he was as apprehensive as he seemed? Ken, she concluded, knew a lot more about Matsuo Noda than he was saying.
So instead of giving them all an answer outright, she decided to spend a few days a.n.a.lyzing what she'd managed to piece together so far. As Noda had couched his proposition, it was simple: he was offering her a chance to do more than merely write prescriptions for America's economic recovery. She would guide it.
One thing, Matsuo Noda was no proponent of half measures. The way he laid out his scenario, it was visionary . . . no, revolutionary. After thinking over his proposal for a week, she still wasn't sure whether he was brilliant or a megalomaniac. Dai Nippon's program could conceivably change the course of world history, and the prospect of being at the helm of its juggernaut was seductive. All the same, what if Ken's hints were right? What if Noda did have something much grander in mind, something impossible even to imagine. When you ride the whirlwind, who's really in charge?
In between her visits to the conference she spent some time at DNI's Kyoto offices getting acquainted with Noda's operation--the computers, fiber-optic links, a.n.a.lysts. Very impressive. Although Dai Nippon was technically only a sh.e.l.l corporation, all Matsuo Noda had to do was pick up a phone to have at his disposal the expertise of any one of a hundred j.a.panese corporate brain trusts. Half of j.a.pan's new high-tech movers, it seemed, owed him some kind of "obligation." Given that, and all the money, he could well be unstoppable.
Also, the austerity of Dai Nippon's offices reminded her once again that none of j.a.pan's new power was accidental. The discipline of the samurai. It was almost as though this country had been in training for centuries, toughening itself through self-denial and work-as-duty to be ready for an all-out economic blitz. Now, finally, j.a.pan had an edge on the entire world. More technology and more money.
Was Noda about to just give away that edge? The implausibility made her certain something was missing.
Late that Friday, the conference over, she and Ken packed their bags and checked out of the International. But after they'd shoved their way through the usual pandemonium in the lobby and hailed a cab, he gave the driver the name of a place on s.h.i.+nmonzen Street, the antique district. Not the train station. When she tried to correct him, he waved his hand and said he'd arranged for a surprise.
"Tam, the International always leaves a bad taste in my mouth. It has nothing to do with j.a.pan. It could be anywhere, just like some Hilton next to a freeway." He smiled and lightly patted her hand. "Let's not go back to Tokyo just yet. Please. This weekend let's stay at a place where nothing will exist but you and me, not even time."
"Just turn off the clocks?" Sounded like a great idea.
"Well, now and then it's nice to turn them down a bit, don't you think?" He laughed self-consciously. "That's a contradiction about me you'll someday have to get used to. I like a high-tech office, but when I'm away I prefer to be surrounded by things that are very, very old."
He leaned back. "Indulge me. Let me show you my favorite spot in all of Kyoto. A place time forgot."
This is going to be quite a trick, she told herself. Very little was left from years past. Maybe the city hadn't been bombed out during the war, but the blitz of urban renewal was rapidly accomplis.h.i.+ng much the same result. Through the light of dusk, construction cranes loomed above the few remaining thatched roofs of neighborhoods about to be overwhelmed by steel, gla.s.s, cinderblock.
Kenji Asano, it turned out, deplored this immensely. As they rode along, he pointed out the latest construction sites with the sorrow of a man doc.u.menting the end of civilization.
"This, we hear, is the price of progress. I'm always tempted to ask, progress toward what?" He leaned back with a sigh and lit a Peace cigarette, nonfilter. "Someday I think we may have to ask ourselves if this modern world we've created for ourselves was actually worth the toll it's taken on our sensibilities."
Eventually their taxi pulled into a narrow side street, edging past a few women carrying small bundles of groceries bound in scarves, then easing to a stop before the ramshackle bamboo gates of a place that seemed abandoned to foliage and vines.
The driver helped carry their bags in through the gates and up the rocky, hedge-lined pathway leading to a wooden veranda. Ahead was a thatch-roofed, weathered house shrouded by towering elms. As they approached, an elderly woman in a dark kimono emerged from the recesses of the interior. She sang out a welcome, bowed deeply, and produced two pairs of leather slippers with an air of ritual solemnity. They were expected.
Off went the street shoes, on went the slippers as they melted into a world that would have been perfectly natural four centuries ago. When they pa.s.sed the "lobby"--off to the side, _tatami_-floored, with a few ancient screens scattered about--Tam noticed that there appeared to be no "desk." But there was also no "check in"; the proprietress clearly knew the honorable Asano-san. She also must have known he was with MITI, since her honorifics soared into the upper reaches of politeness as she guided them along the interior hallway.
Tam realized they were in a traditional j.a.panese inn, a _ryokan_, surely the last vestige of cla.s.sical j.a.pan. As they moved out onto another veranda, this one circling a central garden and pond, the place appeared to be totally empty. The woodland vista in the center hinted of infinity, with stone paths and a wide pool dotted with shapely rocks. Although there were a dozen or so closed doors along the wooden platform, the inn seemed to be there solely for them. In the cool dusk clumps of willows across the pond masked the view of the other side, furthering the illusion that they had the place all to themselves. It couldn't be true, though, since chambermaids in kimono darted here and there balancing lacquered dinner trays.
When they reached the end of the veranda, their hostess paused before a set of _shoji _screens, knelt, and pushed aside the rice-paper covered frames to reveal a room entirely bare except for a low lacquer table.
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