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A Tale for the Time Being

In this thought-provoking narrative, the story intertwines the lives of a young Japanese girl and a Canadian woman living in Tokyo, delving into the complexities of human existence and the impact of the past on the present. more

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Ruth Ozeki
Ruth Ozeki

Ruth Ozeki (born March 12, 1956) is an American novelist, filmmaker, and Zen Buddhist priest. Known for works including My Year of Meats (1998), A Tale for the Time Being (2013), and The Book of Form and Emptiness (2021), her novels blend Japanese cultural elements with contemporary American themes. A Tale for the Time Being was nominated for the Man Booker Prize. She combines her practice of Zen Buddhism with her literary and film work. more

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