Autumn light : season of fire and farewells /
Material type: TextPublisher: New York : Alfred A. Knopf, 2019Edition: First editionDescription: pages cmContent type:- text
- unmediated
- volume
- 9780451493934
- 0451493931
- 952/.184 23
- DS897.N35 I94 2019
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Standard Loan | Coeur d'Alene Library Adult Nonfiction | Coeur d'Alene Library | Book | 952.184 IYER (Browse shelf(Opens below)) | 1 | Available | 50610021680785 |
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Returning to his longtime home in Japan after his father-in-law's sudden death, Pico Iyer picks up the steadying patterns of his everyday rites: going to the post office and engaging in furious games of ping-pong every evening. But in a country whose calendar is marked with occasions honoring the dead, he comes to reflect on changelessness in ways that anyone can relate to: parents age, children scatter, and Iyer and his wife turn to whatever can sustain them as everything falls away. As the maple leaves begin to turn and the heat begins to soften, Iyer shows us a Japan we have seldom seen before, where the transparent and the mysterious are held in a delicate balance, and where autumn reminds us to take nothing for granted.
"From one of our most astute observers of human nature, a far-reaching exploration of Japanese history and culture and a moving meditation on impermanence, mortality, and grief. For years, Pico Iyer has split his time between California and Nara, Japan, where he and his Japanese wife Hiroko have a small home. But when his father-in-law dies suddenly, calling him back to Japan earlier than expected, Iyer begins to grapple with the question we all have to live with: how to hold onto the things we love, even though we know that we and they are dying. In a country whose calendar is marked with occasions honoring the dead, this question is more urgent than anywhere else. Iyer leads us through the year following his father-in-law's death, introducing us to the people who populate his days: his ailing mother-in-law, who often forgets that her husband has died; his absent brother-in-law, who severed ties with his family years ago but to whom Hiroko still writes letters; and the men and women in his ping pong club, who, many years his senior, traverse their autumn years in different ways. And as the maple leaves begin to redden and the heat begins to soften, Iyer offers us a singular view of Japan, in the season that reminds us to take nothing for granted"--
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Aging, death, and family fracturing are seen through the lens of Japanese culture in this luminous memoir. Iyer (The Lady and the Monk), a British-Indian-American novelist and Time journalist who lives in Japan with his Japanese wife, Hiroko, recounts their efforts to cope with her father's death, her mother's entry into a nursing home, and her estrangement from her brother. He revisits Hiroko's family stories, explores Japan's mourning rituals as she tends relatives' graves and offers cups of tea to her father's spirit, and probes the feelings of guilt and betrayal-especially when her mother wants to live in their home-that rites can't assuage. Iyer weaves in sharp observations of a graying Japan, particularly of the vigorous but gradually faltering oldsters in his ping-pong club, and visits to the Dalai Lama, a family friend, who dispenses brisk wisdom on life's impermanence ("Only body gone," the Dalai Lama says reflecting on death. "Spirit still there"). The book is partly a love letter to the vibrant Hiroko, whose clipped English-"I have only one speed. Always fastball. But my brother not so straight. Only curveball"-unfolds like haiku, and it's partly an homage to the Japanese culture of delicate manners, self-restraint, and acceptance that "sadness lasts longer than mere pleasure." The result is an engrossing narrative, a moving meditation on loss, and an evocative, lyrical portrait of Japanese society. (Apr.) © Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved.Booklist Review
In The Art of Stillness (2014), Iyer urged readers to find contentment by slowing down. This wisdom is reflected in the beloved travel writer and journalist's wistful and conscious memoir filled with musings about home, culture, family, and death. After the passing of his father-in-law, Iyer leaves his second home in California for Japan to comfort his wife, Hiroko. Returning to his two-room apartment in a Eurocentric neighborhood outside Kyoto, Iyer sees the familiar land of serenity and superstition as though through new eyes. He marvels at the mystical rituals his wife practices to ensure a happy afterlife for her father and explores why Hiroko's intellectual brother cut ties with the family. He recounts his daughter's battle with Hodgkin's disease and makes his case that Japan's reddening maple leaves are more iconic than the cherry blossoms. As in his previous work, the British-born Indian American also examines the role of the globalist. The funniest and most illuminating thread traces Iyer's blossoming ping-pong skills, as he competes against spry septuagenarians and witnesses the more passionate side of traditionally stoical Japanese men. With his trademark blend of amiability, lighthearted humor, and profound observations, Iyer celebrates emotional connection and personal expression, and he upholds death as an affirmation of life and all its seasons.--Jonathan Fullmer Copyright 2019 BooklistKirkus Book Review
The acclaimed travel writer and journalist meditates on the impermanence of life.Like many others, Iyer (The Art of Stillness: Adventures in Going Nowhere, 2014, etc.) reveres the beauty and portent of autumn. Japan, he writes, wants the world to think of it as the land of cherry blossoms, "but it's the reddening of the maple leaves under a blaze of ceramic-blue skies that is the place's secret heart." Iyerwho divides his time between California, where he cares for his mother, and Japan with his wife, Hiroko, and her two adult children from a previous marriagewrites that autumn "poses the question we all have to live with: How to hold on to the things we love even though we know that we and they are dying." The author chronicles how Hiroko's nonagenarian father had recently died. Her mother, whose memory was failing, complained, "I have two childrenand I have to live in a nursing home. Until I die." The second child is Masahiro, who severed all contact with his family. Throughout the narrative, the author mixes musings on the ephemerality of existence with scenes of quotidian life, most notably his visits to the local ping-pong club for "maverick games on Saturday afternoons" with elderly club patrons with vivid memories of the war. Some readers may be put off by Iyer's decision to render Hiroko's English dialogue in fragmentse.g., "you remember last week, I go parent house little check my father thing?" Late in the book, he refers to her "homemade, ideogrammatic English," but the rendering will still strike some as insensitive. Otherwise, this is a thoughtful work with many poignant moments, as when Iyer and Hiroko take her mother on a drive past Kyoto's temples and, in a moment of clarity, she starts crying when she remembers visiting them with her husband."Bright though they are in color, blossoms fall," Iyer hears schoolchildren singing. "Which of us escapes the world of change?" This moving work reinforces the importance of finding beauty before disaster strikes. Copyright Kirkus Reviews, used with permission.Author notes provided by Syndetics
Pico Iyer was born in Oxford, England to Indian parents, who immigrated to California in 1957. He received a B.A. and M.A. from Oxford University and a second masters degree from Harvard University. From 1982 to 1985, he was a writer for Time magazine. Following a leave of absence to visit Asia, Iyer wrote Video Nights in Katmandu: And Other Reports from the Not-So-Far East. In 1986 he returned to Time as a contributor. He also contributes regularly to Conde Nast Traveler magazine.Pico Iyer has written several other travel books including The Lady and the Monk: Four Seasons in Kyoto; Falling Off the Map: Some Lonely Places in the World; and Tropical Classical: Essays from Several Directions.
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