my niece turns thirteen, and I was there.
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novels, art and life in coastal Maine, as I like it...
"Have you ever bullied a wave?" Jiko asked me at the beach.Stylistically, A Tale for the Time Being is an unusual mix of fact and fiction. There are footnotes and appendixes explaining Japanese terms, Zen Buddhism, western philosophy and even Quantum Mechanics. In sharp contrast to this academic approach, Ozeki tosses in a bit of magical realism. It's an odd juxtaposition, but she makes it work in a way that reminded me of Haruki Murakami, one of my favorite authors. Like Murakami, Ozeki is fascinated with the seedy underworld and uses surreal devices to flip between contemporary Japan and horrific scenes from World War II. Cats and occasionally birds play pivotal roles. However, Ozeki's personal blend of memoir and fiction makes her work original.
"Everything I write will be historically true and empowering to women, and not a lot of foolish geisha crap. So if kinky nasty things are your pleasure, please close this book and give it to your wife or co-worker and save yourself a lot of time and trouble."A Tale for the Time Being is an important addition to the emerging genre of Bully Lit. Too many stories about bullying have fairytale endings in which the bully is justly punished or realizes the errors of his/her ways, but this novel offers no clean resolution. Instead, Ozeki draws a parallel between schoolroom bullying in 2000 and Japan's treatment of young kamikaze soldiers in the 1940s. By linking bullying to wartime atrocities, the author gives broader meaning and cultural context to the issue.
|Hello, I'm back! We've been in England visiting my in-laws, who live on this gorgeous stretch of the|
Thames River. This is the village where my husband grew up.
|For "research" my husband and I had to visit the Catherine Wheel, a favorite pub in Goring-on-Thames.|
|Back in the day, food was cooked directly over the fire.|
|The hidden men's room.|
|Amos sings along to opera and pop.|
When we tired of the singing dog, we took the train to London. After watching a superb performance of
Gorky's Children of the Sun at the National Theatre, we admired the view from the Millenium Bridge.
|England, I already miss you. Photo by my daughter.|
"And this is the truth. I may be only eighteen, but it already seems pretty obvious that the world is divided into two groups: the doers and the watchers. The people things happen to and the rest of us, who just sort of plod on with things."