The year ended on a sad note for us. Our friend and my
colleague of some thirty years, Mitsuo Nitta, passed away two months earlier and we
didn’t learn about it until we received a letter from Yushodo, his company in
Tokyo: “I am Yoshie Kato, Mr. Nitta’s secretary. With great sorrow, I have to
inform you of the passing of Mr. Nitta on 27th October 2015 at the
age of 82. I deeply thank you for your
lasting friendship with Mr. Nitta, and would like to send my best wishes to you
and your family.” I stared at this
letter in disbelief, not only stunned by the news but also because it revealed
how out of the loop I am now in retirement.
Mitsuo was a well-known rare book collector, antiquarian
bookseller, and reprinter of some very rare texts. He made a presentation copy for me of his
reprint edition of Samuel Johnson’s, A
Dictionary of the English Language (1755).
(My company had reprinted Webster's 1828 Dictionary.) He was a Member
of Honor of the International League of Antiquarian Booksellers whose web site is
publishing Letters of Condolences in Mitsuo Nitta’s honor. I’ve been told that mine will be added soon,
but as it may be edited and I’m not sure whether all the photographs will be
included, I post it here as well in honor of my long-time friend and colleague,
Mitsuo Nitta:
I first met Mitsuo
in 1968 when I was working for Johnson Reprint Corporation but it wasn’t until
I became the President of the Greenwood Publishing Group in the early 1970s
that our friendship and extensive business dealings blossomed. I knew Mitsuo mostly from the publishing
side of the business, Yushodo becoming our distributor in Japan and that
relationship lasting decades. We also
cooperated on a number of joint ventures, including reprints of some
antiquarian titles.
He always had that
twinkle in his eye with a warm but restrained smile suggesting what the future
might bring, soliciting an opinion and sharing his. Many of our joint
publishing ventures were initiated with nothing more than a handshake
agreement, committing resources even before a contract was drawn and signed, a
mere formality.
When my wife Ann
and I first visited Japan in 1975 he treated us royally and even helped set up
appointments with some of his competitors with whom I had dealings on other
projects. Our evenings were occupied by
a number of dinners with him and Hisako, or staff from Yushodo. He liked to pair me with some of his younger
managers, always intrigued by what we members of the “younger generation” might
bring to the business.
He loved to share
the Japanese culture with Westerners and had such generosity of spirit. On one of my trips to Japan, at the very end
of 1989, with Japan at its zenith of economic power, he asked me to make a
major address on U.S. - Japan economic relations to Tokyo's Rotary Club
consisting of executives of leading Japanese companies at the time. Mitsuo was
my mentor for the speech which was very well received.
As that trip was at
the end of the year, I brought my wife Ann and my 12-year old son, Jonathan, so
we could experience the Japanese New Year together. Mitsuo took Jonathan under his wing, admiring
Jonathan’s inquisitiveness and interest in Japanese culture. Mitsuo asked his son to take Jonathan for an
insider’s tour of the Ginza area in downtown Tokyo.
We all travelled
with Mitsuo and his wife to the Tateshina Resort & Spa northwest of Tokyo
where Naruhito, the Crown Prince of Japan had stayed. I’m not sure whether that trip was a greater
delight to us or Mitsuo who was constantly amused by our reaction to living
Japanese style (we loved it of course).
There on the eve of
the 1990 New Year, we were treated to a special weekend where we were the only
Westerners, sleeping on handcrafted tatami mats, eating traditional Japanese
food. I remember that Mitsuo challenged me to guess the identity of one of the
many dinner courses served throughout the 3 hour meal………something that tasted
like steak tartar to me. He laughed when he told me it was raw horsemeat, a
delicacy in the region. Luckily, I had sufficient Sake to wash it down.
The high point of
the weekend was the spa. First we had to bathe ourselves sitting on small
stools, using a bucket with water, soaking and scrubbing every inch of our
bodies until squeaky clean. Then, with nothing on but the winter kimono, we
walked outside into the freezing night air, with snow all around, disrobed, and
plunged ourselves into the steaming hot tubs. A bamboo curtain separated the
ladies from the men. We could talk to our wives but not peek. Jonathan took to
this so naturally while I had to be coaxed into the hot pool, simply because
the temperature difference was so great.
Mitsuo found this very funny.
That trip had a
lasting impact on our friendship and left such a deep impression on Jonathan
that nearly ten years later he chose to spend his college junior year abroad at
Doshisha University in Kyoto, immersing himself in the culture and the
language. Naturally, Mitsuo kept an eye
on him, occasionally getting together and giving me his opinion of “the boy’s”
maturation and adjustment.
Mitsuo and Hisako
were in New York City in April 2011 when he heard I just had open heart
surgery, with complications which required a two plus week stay in the
hospital. He insisted on flying down to
Florida upon my returning home to see his old friend. Sadly, that was the last time I saw him. We hugged as he left. There will always be a
place in my heart for Mitsuo, a person of remarkable spirit and dedication to
his profession, one who has impacted so many lives. Farewell, my friend.