The Rakuyo—the mighty freighter ship on which Ryuji worked and sailed the world for more than a decade—represents the connections among power, masculinity, and Japanese identity. The novel’s descriptions emphasize the ship’s unimaginable size and power. When Noboru and Fusako first see it, Noboru feels a sense of awe and reverence for it, while Fusako feels arousal and surprise. Tellingly, they also meet Ryuji on the ship and feel precisely the same emotions toward him. In this sense, the Rakuyo represents the very masculinity that first draws Noboru and Fusako to Ryuji.
The Rakuyo features most prominently in the last chapter of the first part of the novel. In this scene, the ship sails out to sea with Ryuji onboard. Before its departure, the novel compares it to “the blade of a colossal ax fallen out of the heavens to cleave the shore asunder.” This description emphasizes the ship’s power, connects it to the principle of divine destiny, and—most importantly—suggests that the ship’s purpose is to divide the land, which represents its connection to Japan’s imperial legacy.
After the ship sails off, Fusako and Noboru see Ryuji in the distance, standing beside the Japanese flag in “the splendor of the setting sun.” The ship, the flag, the sea, and the sun are all key symbols of Japanese identity (and particularly the Japanese Empire). Thus, this scene represents Japan’s national glory—which, depending on the reader’s perspective, may have perished with the war, or may simply be awaiting revival.
The Rakuyo Quotes in The Sailor Who Fell from Grace with the Sea
The cloud-dappled sky was partitioned by an intricate crisscross of hawsers; and lifting up at it in reverence like a slender chin was the Rakuyo’s prow, limitlessly high, the green banner of the fleet fluttering at its crest. The anchor clung to the hawsehole like a large metal-black crab.
“This is going to be great,” Noboru said, brimming over with boyish excitement.
That was their first encounter. She would never forget his eyes as he confronted her in the corridor. Deep-set in the disgruntled, swarthy face, they sought her out as though she were a tiny spot on the horizon, the first sign of a distant ship. That, at least, was the feeling she had. Eyes viewing an object so near had no business piercing that way, focusing so sharply—without leagues of sea between them, it was unnatural. She wondered if all eyes that endlessly scanned the horizon were that way. Unlooked-for signs of a ship descried—misgivings and delight, wariness and expectation…the sighted vessel just barely able to forgive the affront because of the vast reach of sea between them: a ravaging gaze. The sailor’s eyes made her shudder.
The terrifyingly deliberate prelude and the sudden, reckless flight; the dangerous glitter of silver in a twist of fraying cable—standing under her open parasol, Fusako watched it all. She felt load after heavy load of freight being lifted from her and whisked away on the powerful arm of a crane—suddenly, but after long and careful preparation. She thrilled to the sight of cargo no man could move winging lightly into the sky, and she could have watched forever. This may have been a fitting destiny for cargo but the marvel was also an indignity. “It keeps getting emptier and emptier,” she thought. The advance was relentless, yet there was time for hesitation and languor, time so hot and long it made you faint, sluggish, congested time.
“Mr. Tsukazaki, when will you be sailing again?” Noboru asked abruptly.
His mother turned to him with a shocked face and he could see that she had paled. It was the question she most wanted to ask, and most dreaded. Ryuji was posing near the window with his back to them. He half closed his eyes, and then, very slowly, said: “I’m not sure yet.”
The moment he huddled inside the chest he was calm again. The trembling and the trepidation seemed almost funny now; he even had a feeling he would be able to study well. Not that it really mattered: this was the world’s outer edge. So long as he was here, Noboru was in contact with the naked universe. No matter how far you ran, escape beyond this point was impossible.
Bending his arms in the cramped space, he began to read the cards in the light of the flashlight.
abandon
By now this word was an old acquaintance: he knew it well.
ability
Was that any different from genius?
aboard
A ship again; he recalled the loudspeaker ringing across the deck that day when Ryuji sailed. And then the colossal, golden horn, like a proclamation of despair.
absence
absolute
Gradually, as he talked to the boys, Ryuji had come to understand himself as Noboru imagined him.
I could have been a man sailing away forever. He had been fed up with all of it, glutted, and yet now, slowly, he was awakening again to the immensity of what he had abandoned.
The dark passions of the tides, the shriek of a tidal wave, the avalanching break of surf upon a shoal…an unknown glory calling for him endlessly from the dark offing, glory merged in death and in a woman, glory to fashion of his destiny something special, something rare. At twenty he had been passionately certain: in the depths of the world’s darkness was a point of light which had been provided for him alone and would draw near someday to irradiate him and no other.