Teitaro Suzuki was born on this day, the 18th of October, in 1870 in Kanazawa, in Ishikawa Prefecture, Japan. He was born into a Samurai family, his father, like his father, and then his father before, was a physician. Suzuki’s father’s death when he was a child plunged the family into poverty. The questions that rise out of seeing the vagaries of life drove him into a deep spiritual quest. While he was raised in the Jodo Shinshu tradition he began to look beyond that tradition, reading and speaking with people, particularly drawn to Christianity and eventually to Zen.
Young Teitaro was not able to afford to enter university, so after High School he became a school teacher. A few years later with the help of an older brother, he entered the University of Tokyo studying classical Buddhist languages while at the same time beginning to sit at Engakuji Rinzai Zen temple. He became the student of the master there, Imakita Kosen, under whom he had his first experiences of kensho. He also received his Buddhist name, Daisetsu, which means “great humility.” Although in later years he would say it actually meant “great clumsy.” When Kosen Roshi died Suzuki continued with the rosh’s principal heir, Soen Shaku.
Later, when Soyen Shaku, Kosen Roshi’s successor as the master of Engakuji was in America for the World Parliament of Religions he became friends with the publisher and scholar Paul Carus. Carus asked the roshi if he would stay and help him with translating and publishing Zen Buddhist texts into English. Soen Roshi declined, but recommended his lay student Daisetsu Teitaro Suzuki.
With that Suzuki moved to Illinois and into the Carus household. There he assisted in translating the Tao Te Ching, not a Buddhist text, but important. And then began work on what would become Outlines of Mahayana Buddhism. There Suzuki also met, fell in love with, and married Beatrice Erskine Lane.
The couple returned to Japan where Suzuki took up a professorship at Otani University. At that time he also met Shinichi Hisamatsu and became connected, although never formally with the Kyoto School of Buddhist philosophers. Suzuki would teach in Japan and the united States for the rest of his life, and for a number of years later in his career as a visiting professor at Columbia.
D. T. Suzuki, as he was best known, would travel widely, lecturing across North America and Europe. And most importantly, perhaps, he wrote. Eventually, over a hundred books. Much of these efforts focused on Zen.
His circle of influence included the Catholic monk, peace activist and mystic, Thomas Merton, psychologists like Eric Fromm, Karen Horney, and most notably Carl Jung, musicians like John Cage, poets like Gary Snyder and Alan Ginsberg, and, perhaps most importantly Alan Watts. Watts own books on Zen were essentially popularizations of Suzuki’s work. And they were very popular. Through them if washed through Watts’ idiosyncratic, Suzuki’s Zen perspectives reached the general educated English speaking readership like an atomic bomb.
There are many reasons to criticize D. T. Suzuki, some of them even deserved. There are serious allegations about Suzuki’s support of Japanese imperialism and more troubling that he seemed to endorse anti-semetism. Others say the allegations lack sufficient nuance, and in some situations in fact misrepresent what Suzuki actually said. I am more inclined to this later view. However there is a shadow hanging over the old teacher, which cannot be ignored.
And, then there’s his presentation of Zen. Even as Watts’ Zen was idiosyncratic, less so, but also so was Suzuki’s. As far as Zen is concerned he presented a not fully historical, but rather a romanticized version of the Zen dharma that subsequent scholars and teachers have had to work with, against, and around. On the other hand his resonances with Idealism, German and English Romanticism and particularly American Transcendentalism probably made Zen accessible in ways that would otherwise not be so. Suzuki can probably best be categorized as a modernist Buddhist.
These criticisms noted, his scholarship was impeccable, and his contributions remain solid.
And, to put it baldly, if there were no D. T. Suzuki, Zen in the West even vaguely as we experience it, would not exist.
It is said that D. T. Suzuki’s last words were “Don’t worry. Thank you! Thank you!”
Yes. Thank you! Endless bows.