Sunday, December 22, 2013


Saturday

Dec 21st

A MESSAGE FROM
OZEKILAND'S TINY NEWS OFFICE

on the road again...again?

Yup. That's right. The paperback of A Tale for the Time Being will be out just in time for the new year, and I'll be on book tour, again! The first of my tour dates are listed below, with a link to the complete tour schedule. Please come say hello if you can, and feel free to forward this newsletter around to your friends and social networks, too. That long old lonesome road ain't so long or lonesome with friends to meet along the way.

2013 was an exciting year for all the time beings involved in this tale. Ruth receives hand-bound copy of Time Being at the Booker Prize ceremonyWe made it to the shortlist for the Man BookerPrize, which was a delight and a surprise. Oliver got to wear a tux and I got to wear a fancy dress and meet the Duchess of Cornwall.

Each of the shortlisted authors received a beautiful one-of-a-kind, hand-bound edition of his or her book. Mine was made by book artist, Angela James, and it is stunning. I will treasure it forever.

Nao and old Jiko went out into the world and made all sorts of new friends, and at last count, the novel will be published in over thirty countries, which means soon there will be more friends around the globe. Readers have sent an astonishing variety of lovely things, inspired by the world of the book.

All this just goes to show that writing/reading is indeed a collaborative and co-creative act, and I thank you all for your generous participation in the making of this tale.

as ever,

Ruth Ozeki 

p.s. My publisher would want me to remind you that books make lovely gifts, and the hard cover edition of A Tale for the Time Being really is beautiful.  (Thank you, Viking Books!)

 

ALSO OF NOTE

Upcoming Events

TUESDAY JANUARY 7 
WORD
Brooklyn, NY

WEDNESDAY JANUARY 8 
Asian American Writers Workshop
The Interdependent Self: A Reading & Conversation, with Gish Jen
New York, NY

THURSDAY JANUARY 9 
Powerhouse Arena
Brooklyn, NY

SATURDAY, JANUARY 11
McNally Robinson Booksellers
Winnipeg, MB

MONDAY JANUARY 13 
Common Good Books
Minneapolis - St. Paul, MN

TUESDAY JANUARY 14 
St. Louis County Library
St. Louis, MO

WEDNESDAY JANUARY 15
Watermark Books
Wichita - Hutchinson, KS

THURSDAY JANUARY 16
Bookworks @Offsite location (TBA)
Albuquerque-Santa Fe, NM

SUNDAY JANUARY 19
Old Firehouse Books @Council Tree Library
Fort Collins, CO

TUESDAY JANUARY 21
Stanford Humanities Center
Stanford University
Stanford, CA

complete winter-spring tour schedule ➔

 

MORE INFORMATION

About Ozekiland

Ozekiland is what happens when you start publishing books, and then set up a web site and, you know, social media, and want to tie all this together somehow. Next thing you know, you have become a semi-public entity, distributed across a public persona platform that both is, and is not ... you. What's a writer to do?


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Questions for a quiet morning . . .


Today I read  a couple of pieces around the transplant story. One about the night of an anxiety attack and one about our emergency bag. It feels like no time has elapsed when I revisit memories from that era. Like there is no linear quality to time after all – not in the sense of distance, of being able to walk further and further away from memories and the feelings they invoke. Time is a bunch of lily pads on gently moving water, like early spring. I land on one leaf  and am once again in the dark, alone with my fear, separated from Shan by the gulf of her pain and my anxiety. The memories are still in my body and I have felt that subtle acceleration of my breathing over and over as I reread my journal and let my mind drift from one lily pad to another. Was that scene from Vancouver or here? Before the transplant or after? Chemo in Victoria or Vancouver? Doctor Toze? Connor? Protcor? Wass? Sing? Rahti? Power? Sheppard? Where am I now? And what should I be doing? Saying? Feeling? Avoiding? Disguising? Misdirecting? Translating? Downplaying? Organizing? Clarifying? Where is Shan and what does she need from me now? Company? Food? Reassurance? Transportation? Medicine? Reminding? Monitoring? Distracting? Soothing?
Who am I? Who was I before this all began? Can I be that me again? Do I want to be?