WHEN SAMURAI WEPT: A Story of Honor in a Dying Feudal Japan

Japan, 1876. The Emperor has spoken and an entire class of men must cease to be what they are.Takeda Hiroshi has worn a sword every day of his adult life. Eleven generations of his family have served the Shimazu lords of Satsuma, their honor as fixed as the volcano that rises from Kagoshima Bay. Then a government edict strips samurai of their weapons. A second decree cancels their stipends. And the world that made Hiroshi who he is begins, quietly and systematically, to end.When the great commander Saigo Takamori raises forty thousand men and marches north to demand an accounting, Hiroshi joins the column alongside his oldest friend Matsuda, a merchant's son named Goro who has spent five cold mornings watching Hiroshi practice on a promenade and needs to understand why, and a widow in a mountain village who opens her door to strangers in the dark without being asked and without requiring anything in return.What follows is a novel about the cost of conviction. About what a man owes the tradition that formed him. About the difference between the world that is ending and the values that do not have to end with it. And about a morning on a hill called Shiroyama where five hundred men face thirty thousand, and the samurai of Japan make their last declaration.When Samurai Wept is historical fiction at its most intimate: a story not of battles won, but of what it means to remain fully yourself when the world has decided you are no longer necessary. Read more