Clara Kumagai
Writer | Editor | Lecturer
Books
Songs for Ghosts
A YA coming-of-age novel full of longing, love and ghosts from the past, inspired by both Puccini's Madama Butterfly and Japanese history.
Seventeen-year-old Adam has just broken up with his boyfriend Evan and is not looking forward to the excruciating awkwardness at school for the rest of term or a whole summer stuck at home with his dad, stepmom and baby brother, Benji.
But then Adam discovers a diary in some boxes in the attic and is quickly enthralled by their poignant story. They were written by a young woman living in Nagasaki in 1911. Adam is enraptured by her life and loves, becoming totally absorbed in her story. And then he starts to be haunted by her ghostly presence . . .
Equal parts globe-trotting love drama, chilling ghost story and exploration of Japanese history, Songs for Ghosts's poetic prose and memorable characters will leave readers breathless.
Catfish Rolling
Magic-realism blends with Japanese myth and legend in an original story about grief, memory, time and an earthquake that shook a nation.
There's a catfish under the islands of Japan and when it rolls the land rises and falls.
Sora hates the catfish whose rolling caused an earthquake so powerful it cracked time itself. It destroyed her home and took her mother. Now Sora and her scientist father live close to the zones – the wild and abandoned places where time runs faster or slower than normal. Sora is sensitive to the shifts, and her father recruits her help in exploring these liminal spaces.
But it's dangerous there – and as she strays further inside in search of her mother, she finds that time distorts, memories fracture and shadows, a glimmer of things not entirely human, linger. After Sora's father goes missing, she has no choice but to venture into uncharted spaces within the time zones to find him, her mother and perhaps even the catfish itself...
Winner Of The KPMG Children's Books Ireland Book Of The Year 2024
Other Published Works
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Memorials
Published By – The Stinging Fly
The body can translate into any language. A jump, a twist midair, the conviction of feet returning to ground: they are impressive wherever he goes. So it is a simple pleasure to do this, an art that requires both intense concentration and a peaceful emptiness of mind.
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Finding Homes in the Unfamiliar
Patrick Lafcadio Hearn, born in 1850, was a writer of several names and many places. Son of an Irish father and Greek mother, Hearn lived in and wrote of the US and the West Indies, but it's for his writings about Japan that he is most famous.
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Feeling the fusion on the dancefloor at Féile Tokyo
Published By – The Irish Times
I stand at the edge of the dance floor, thinking that this isn’t really like the Gaeltacht céilís of my youth. There are several differences: the dancers are confident and know all the steps, the age range is far wider than secondary school teenagers, everyone is Japanese, and I’m in Tokyo.
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Ringworm
She was a child who moved worms out of harm’s way and released flies caught in spider webs. She would shriek without shame at anyone who dared squelch a slug under boot. She had a loud voice.
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Real Boys
Published By – The Stinging Fly
Before I was a donkey, I was a boy. I’ve been in this same field for a while now. It might be years. I’m old, I suppose. It’s not that I can’t measure time; it’s just that I don’t care enough to.
