The patient, a renowned pianist, had his right hand amputated after being attacked. However, he is unaware of the amputation due to being unconscious during the surgery. When he asks the nurse about the condition of his fingers, the nurse avoids telling him the truth so as not to devastate him. Later, the nurse notices the patient's amputated hand preserved in a jar, with the fingers still moving as if playing the piano, suggesting the hand retains a connection to its owner.
The patient, a renowned pianist, had his right hand amputated after being attacked. However, he is unaware of the amputation due to being unconscious during the surgery. When he asks the nurse about the condition of his fingers, the nurse avoids telling him the truth so as not to devastate him. Later, the nurse notices the patient's amputated hand preserved in a jar, with the fingers still moving as if playing the piano, suggesting the hand retains a connection to its owner.
The patient, a renowned pianist, had his right hand amputated after being attacked. However, he is unaware of the amputation due to being unconscious during the surgery. When he asks the nurse about the condition of his fingers, the nurse avoids telling him the truth so as not to devastate him. Later, the nurse notices the patient's amputated hand preserved in a jar, with the fingers still moving as if playing the piano, suggesting the hand retains a connection to its owner.
roused from sleep following his surgery. His right limb
The Fingers was bound in a thick bandage, but he hadn’t the slightest awareness his hand had been amputated at the wrist. By Edogawa Ranpo As a renowned pianist, the loss of his hand was a truly cataclysmic injury. Perhaps the culprit responsible Edogawa Ranpo (1894-1965) was Japan’s first modern master of for wounding him was a pianist too, one who’d been detective fiction. His pen name is an adaptation of ‘Edgar Allen envious of his success. A passer-by had set upon my Poe’. Born in Mie prefecture and raised in Nagoya, he moved to patient on a street in the darkness of night and, with a Tokyo for tertiary studies and worked several jobs before breaking out with his debut work in 1923—‘The Two-sen Copper Coin’, sharp blade, sliced off his limb above the joint of his which is credited with being the first story that combined logic- wrist, at which point the pianist fainted. The tragedy based mystery with a Japanese setting. That particular mystery tale took place close to my hospital, so he was brought here also featured cryptography, which was a recurring theme of his. unconscious where I treated him as best I could. Edogawa’s impact on Japanese genre literature and culture can’t be understated. His detective fiction, especially his boy’s detective “Oh, are you the one taking care of me? I was a bit series, had a massive influence on Japanese mystery fiction by drunk on a dark street, and I crossed paths with some fusing Japanese culture with Sherlock-type crime procedural drama guy I didn’t know… Ah, my right hand. I wonder, are tropes. He was also prolific and popular in the horror genre and as a my fingers okay?” literary critic. His work has been adapted into many films, TV “Don’t worry. Your arm is a little roughed up but, er, dramas, anime, etc. The main character Edogawa Conan in Detective Conan is named after him. it’ll heal soon enough.” I couldn’t bear to devastate my Edogawa was also one of three writers who pioneered modern new friend, so until he was slightly better I wanted to gay literature in Japan (along with others including his lover Iwata conceal the fact that his life as a pianist was over. Junichi, and friend Murayama Kaita) and many of his works have “My fingers, though? Will my fingers be able to homosexual undertones. He and Iwata competed to find the most fiction works featuring homosexuality (Iwata searched Japanese move like they did before?” literature, Edogawa searched literature from everywhere else). After “They’ll be fine.” I left his bedside and fled the room Iwata’s death, Edogawa finished and published two volumes of a as if I were running away. comprehensive history on homosexuality in Japan. In later years, The nurse tending to him stoically refrained from Edogawa suffered from Parkinson’s disease before dying of a stroke at his home in Ikebukuro. telling him about the loss of his hand for the time being, ━◦○◦━◦○◦━◦○◦━◦○◦━◦○◦━◦○◦━ as if she herself didn’t know. 1 2 I returned to his room about two hours later. He had As I passed the door to the operating room, I noticed regained some of his verve, becoming rather cheerful. a solitary nurse standing rigidly inside it, staring at a He had yet to examine his own wrist, and still didn’t shelf affixed to one of the walls. She didn’t look at all know his hand was gone. normal. Her face was pale, her eyes strangely very wide “Does it hurt?” I looked up at him, searching his open, and her gaze was fixed intently on something set face. on the shelf. “No, it feels quite a bit better,” he replied, steadfastly Without thinking, I entered the room and looked at returning my gaze. He placed his left hand upon the the shelf myself. On it was the pianist’s right hand, bedsheet and began to move his fingers, as if he were suspended in alcohol inside a large, glass specimen jar. playing a piano. The moment I saw it I froze, unable to move. “Are the fingers on my right hand really okay, Inside the solution in the jar, his wrist, no, his five though? Even when I move them a little bit… I fingers were moving like the legs of a white crab. They composed a new song which I must watch myself play were rhythmically striking the keys of an imaginary every day, and my hand doesn’t feel quite right.” piano, but their tapping movements were much smaller I was taken aback by his intuition and pressed my than ones a pianist would use normally, like those of an finger against his ulna bone where it met his elbow, to infant; as if there were still a connection between the keep up my pretense. By pressing there like so, a hand and its owner, the fingers kept moving, playing. sensation is transmitted to the brain that makes patients feel as if their fingers are still attached even if they in fact aren’t. The fingers on his left hand were tapping away on the sheet as if they too felt the same sensation. “Oh, my right fingers are fine, aren’t they? I can feel them moving a lot.” He appeared dizzy, as if falling into a daze while continuing to play a piece on an imaginary piano. I couldn’t bear to watch any longer. I signaled the nurse with a look so that she’d keep her finger pressed on his right ulna nerve, and slunk away from the room. 3 4