A Tale for the Time Being

9780670026630_p0_v1_s260x420In the aftermath of Japan’s devastating 2011 Fukushima earthquake and tsunami, debris has been floating by my home on the Hawaiian shores recently – “… housing insulation, storage bins, soda bottles, toys, fishing nets, plastic trash cans and even Japanese net boats have all washed up on Hawaiian sands…” Speculation about some of the personal items had me wondering, and In A Tale for the Time Being, Ruth Ozeki fed my curiosity with a story about a Japanese teenager’s diary, written in purple ink between the covers of Proust’s “In Search of Lost Time,” washed up on the shores of Vancouver Island.

Two “time beings” connect through Ozeki’s tale: Nao, the sixteen year old girl who spent her last dozen years in America, before returning to Japan after her father lost his Silicon Valley job, and Ruth, a Japanese-American novelist who finds the journal on the Vancouver shore, protected by layers of plastic bags inside a Hello Kitty lunchbox. Both “beings” are struggling with finding their “time” in a new environment. Ruth decided to leave Manhattan to move to an isolated rural area in Canada to be closer to her mother in the last stages of Alzheimer’s, and Nao is the “transfer student,” bullied, savagely tortured, and ridiculed by her fellow students – Japanese by birth but too American to fit in.

Since Nao has decided to dedicate her book to documenting her 104 year old Japanese great-grandmother’s life as a Buddhist priest (coincidentally, Ozeki is a Zen Buddhist priest – though much younger), Ozeki has the perfect vehicle for inserting gems of philosophical wisdom from the grandmother, along with irreverent yet worldly observations from a teenager. Almost every page has a few footnotes, translating and extending Nao’s references; she writes in English but has a hard time not thinking in Japanese. Nao has decided to commit suicide, but not before finishing her great-grandmother’s memoir.

The chapters alternate between Nao’s diary entries, and Ruth’s anxiety as she tries to research the family she is reading about.  Along with the diary/memoir, Ruth finds letters and a notebook written in French from Nao’s great-uncle, a World War II kamikaze pilot, and eventually an article written by Jiko, the ancient grandmother, verifying the family’s existence.  Their fate, however, is frustratingly elusive, and it’s not clear if Nao has survived the earthquake or ended her own life.

When Nao climbs the monastery hill with her suicidal father to spend the summer alone with her grandmother, a flavor of Zen enlightenment mixes with the mystery.  The story offers a glimpse of Japanese culture from the baths to the celebration of Obon, as well as gems of wisdom, sometimes humorous –

“…105… That’s how old she says you have to be before your mind really grows up, but since she’s a hundred and four, I’m pretty sure she was joking.”

The story moves so slowly, at times it feels like meditation; just as it seems Nao’s fate will be revealed, Ozeki erases the remaining words in the diary – words that did appear when Ruth started to read, words that had promised a resolution.  Don’t worry – they reappear, with a hint of the supernatural.

Although I like to read a book from start to finish – sometimes nonstop, A Tale for the Time Being took much longer – with many stops and starts and slow digestion of the intricate connections.  Ruth’s reflection on her reading of the diary mirrored my own:

“I was trying to pace myself…I felt I owed it…to {the author}…

One of my favorite television reruns is Quantum Leap, with the hero jumping back in time to fix a wrong that changes history.  Ozeki taps into this time continuum in the end, yet leaves enough room for speculation and the promise that Ruth and Nao’s lives will always be linked.  The possibilities that Ozeki proposes still has me wondering.   It’s no surprise that the book has been longlisted for the Man Booker Prize.

A Dying Fall – a Ruth Galloway Mystery

9780547798165_p0_v1_s260x420For fans of Elly Griffiths’ archeology professor/detective, Ruth Galloway is back in A Dying Fall, the fifth of the mystery series.  Since Ruth is an expert on ancient bones, this mystery involves the possible remains of King Arthur, found by Ruth’s colleague, who has been brutally murdered in a mysterious fire just as he was on the verge of a major discovery.

All the regulars are back: Cathbad, the hippie druid; Harry Nelson, chief of police, married to a beautiful hairdresser, and father to Ruth’s daughter, Kate; as well the many minor characters who fill the space with the angst of their lives.  To remind faithful readers who they are, or to introduce them to newcomers, Griffiths painstakingly fills in their backgrounds – to the point that the plot lingers in the background too long.  When the action finally gets past the soap opera lives of the principals, you may have forgotten the reason for the investigation.

In this fifth book, Griffiths moves the action from the marshes of Norwich to Blackpool and the mystical Pendle forest.  As she continues her dead colleague’s research, Ruth and her toddler daughter become the target of the killer.  Along the way, Griffiths infuses the plot with lovely descriptions of the English surroundings…

“Beyond Ruth’s fence, the long grass is tawny and gold with the occasional flash of dark blue water as the marsh leads out to the sea. In the distance, the sand glimmers like a mirage…

Having read the first four in this series, I knew what to expect from the characters and looked forward to a new mystery to solve.  Each book seemed to be wordier than the one before, but still held suspense.  This last book is no exception.  This ending is a little far-fetched, and could have appeared many pages sooner.

Reviews of other books in the Ruth Galloway Series:

  1. The Crossing Places
  2. The Janus Stone
  3. House At Seas End
  4. A Room Full of Bones

A Room Full of Bones – a Ruth Galloway mystery

Ruth Galloway, forensic archeologist/detective and now single mother, is back in Elly Griffiths A Room Full of Bone – solving a new crime with Chief Inspector Harry Nelson. This fourth book has more personal angst than the first three in the series, and the characters seem to have become stereotypes: Ruth, the dowdy but intelligent professor, with questionable academic friends; Nelson, the macho crime fighter whose conscience only twinges when he remembers he cheated on his wife and fathered a daughter with Ruth.

This crime is based on bones again (Ruth is an expert on bones). The story has the requisite dead bodies and possible suspects but it is not as compelling as Griffiths other Galloway mysteries. A Room Full of Bones was easy to put down and forget to pick up again.

Clare Ferguson, where are you?

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The House at Seas End