“ The charming, laughing, pretty days in the shelter of the studio of her friend had passed into this nightmare of the Sixth Avenue noise, where all seemed ugly, cruel and sinister. Life in America was not the charming kindly thing Sunny had supposed. Beauty indeed she had brought in her heart with her, and that, though she knew it not, was why she had seen only the beautiful; but now, even for her, it had all changed. She had looked into faces full of hatred and malice; she had listened to words that whipped worse than the lash of Hirata. ”
Onoto Watanna
Biographical details
Onoto Watanna, the pseudonym of Canadian author Winnifred Eaton (1875–1954), was a pioneering writer of Chinese-British descent whose works explored themes of cultural hybridity, identity, and racial stereotypes.
Publishing over a dozen novels, including A Japanese Nightingale and Me: A Book of Remembrance, she combined romance, social critique, and personal memoir under her Japanese-sounding name, challenging ethnocentric narratives. A prolific screenwriter in Hollywood, her career spanned literature and film, leaving a legacy of nuanced examination of Eurasian identity in early 20th-century North America.
Quotes by Onoto Watanna
Onoto Watanna,
The Wooing of Wistaria
“ Keiki sighed with the moodiness of love attained. A gentle depression stole from him to the Lady Wistaria.“Alas! my lord,” she murmured; “it is so with all things in life that are beautiful. They vanish and die like the flowers of summer.”“Then,” said Keiki, “swear by the god of the sea, by whose waters we now stand, that our love shall never die, and that for the time of this life, and the next, and as many after as may come, you will be my flower wife, and take me for your husband.”“By all the eight million gods of heaven, and by the god of the sea, I swear,” said Wistaria. ”
Onoto Watanna,
The Honorable Miss Moonlight
“ Up through the narrow, twisting roads, in and out of the never-ending paths, the lights of countless jinrikishas twinkled, bound for the Houses of Pleasure. Revelers called to each other out of the balmy darkness. Under the quivering light of a lifted lantern, suspended for an instant, faces gleamed out, then disappeared back into the darkness.To the young Lord Saito Gonji the night seemed to speak with myriad tongues. Like some finely tuned instrument whose slenderest string must vibrate if touched by a breath, so the heart of the youth was stirred by every appeal of the night. ”
