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Praise for Ruth Ozeki and My Year of Meats
This is a very cool book, satirical but never mean, funny, peopled by
fully inhabited characters who are both blind and self-aware. Ruth
Ozekis My Year of Meats reassures us that media and culture, though
bound inextricably, will never become one.
John Sayles, former member, Amalgamated Meat
Packers and Butcher Workers of North America, and
director of Matewan and Men with Guns
Romance, agri-business, self-discovery, cross-cultural misunderstanding
it takes a talent like Ruth Ozekis to blend all these ingredients beautifully
together. My Year of Meats is a sensitive and compelling portrait of
two modern women.
Arthur Golden, author of Memoirs of a Geisha
Ozeki offers a remarkably fresh view of the rocky road many women
travel to love and motherhood... one of the heartiest and, yes, meatiest
debuts in years.
Glamour
[An] amazingly assured debut novel... My Year of Meats is a wonderfully
irreverent novel, with wacky cross-cultural collisions and hilarious
characters... a joy to read.
Elle
My Year of Meats is canny, cunning, muckraking, and lusty, weaving
hormones and corporate threats, fertility and independence.
The Village Voice
A likeably odd and inventively imagined tale... Ozeki writes with the
same over-the-top verve as fellow hyper-realist David Foster Wallace.
Detroit Free Press
Prepare yourself for a wild ride... a deftly written, witty, sometimes
infuriating but always entertaining cross-cultural tale.
San Antonio Express News
Ozeki has in her first novel created a story that is by turns funny,
wrenching, and ultimately emotionally healing.... My Year of Meats is
an open-handed gift, a nervy kick in the pants, a warm embrace from a
stranger who somehow knows you very well indeed.
Austin Chronicle
[A]n extremely readable and entertaining book... it is, in the end, a
book that extends the possibilities of what an American novel can do.
In These Times
Smart, sensitive, slick and sizzling, My Year of Meats possesses an
edgy hipness informed by maturing convictions, and Ozekis recipe
simmers equal parts attitude and talent.
Bookpage
In her hilarious debut novel, My Year of Meats, Ruth Ozeki combines
provocative subject matter with an irreverent humor that packs a powerful
punch.
Barnes & Noble Discover Great New Writers Program
This is probably one of the most direct and intelligent novels Ive yet
read about the divided cultural experience in America.... What I like
best about My Year of Meats is its brave spirit of intrepid adventuring.
Ozekis voice will not be muted or distracted from its true course. Anyone
willing to face facts about what they consumephysically or visually
should read this book.
Portland Oregonian
A book this stingingly funny doesnt come along very often.
Bellingbam Herald
This book is compassionate, sometimes funny, ethnically sensitive
and unusual.
St. Paul Pioneer Press
My Year of Meats is funny enough, more brave than funny, and certainly
like nothing I have ever read before.... Ozekis prose has a terrific
narrative drive. Expectedly masterful is the authors presentation
of TV production atmosphere. The novels crusading hearbeat should
captivate many a reader.
Ft. Worth Star Telegram
PENGUIN BOOKS
MY YEAR OF MEATS
Ruth L. Ozeki has worked in television and film for the last thirteen years. Her documentary and dramatic films have been shown on PBS, at the Sundance Film Festival, and at colleges and universities across the country. She divides her time between New York City and British Columbia.
To Oliver, for trajectory and ballast
AUTHORS NOTE
This is a work of fiction. Any references to actual events, to real people, living or dead, or to real locales are intended only to give the novel a sense of reality and authenticity. Other names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the authors imagination or are used fictitiously, and their resemblance, if any, to real-life counterparts is entirely coincidental.
One day Lord Korechika, the Minister of the Centre, brought the Empress a bundle of notebooks. What shall we do with them? Her Majesty askedme...
Let me make them into apillow, I said.
Very well,saidHer Majesty. You may havethem.
I now bad a vast quantity of paper at my disposal, and I set about filling the notebooks with odd facts, stories from the past, and all sorts of otherthings, often including the most trivial material. On the whole I concentrated onthings and people that I found charming and splendid; my notes are also fullof poems and observations on trees and plants, birds andinsects. wassure that when people saw my book they would say, Its even worse than I expected. Now one can really tellwhat she is like. After all, it is written entirely for my own amusement, and I put things down exactly as they came to me...
As will be gathered from these notes of mine, I am the sort of person who approves of what others abhor and detests the things they like.
Sei Shonagon, The Pillow Book, c. 1000 A.D.
The home of the white race in the Old World lies between the lands of the black and the yellow people.... In the New World the white race has settled almost everywhere.
It is thought that ages ago there lived somewhere in central Asia a race of white people, now known as Aryans. As the race increased in size large bands roamed about in search of new homes, where they could find pastures for their cattle.
Fryes Grammar School Geography, 18951902
Prologue
The American Wife sits on the floor in front of a fireplace. The flickering light from an electric yule log, left there all year round, plays across the sweaty sheen of her large, pale face. Legs tucked, toes curling nervously in a brand-new pink shag rug from Wal-Mart, she is leaning forward on one arm, perfectly still. Her lips are pursed. Her husband faces her, his mouth drawn taut, ready, inches from hers. They wait.
Takagi!
Hai!
Chotto ... can you please tell the wife not to stare like that! It is creepy. It isnot romantic at all.
Hai... Excuse me, Mrs. Flowers ... ?
Without turning her face, the wife glances sideways toward me.
The director, Mr. Oda, was wondering, do you think you could close your eyes for this scene, just as your husband comes in close to kiss you?
Okay, grunts Suzie Flowers. Her jaw remains motionless, but she cant keep her head from nodding ever so slightly.
The cameraman, eye pressed to the finder, groans in exasperation.
Takagi, tell her not to move!