Recently while on vacation in Mexico ,
I had the pleasure of visiting my cousin’s book club. My cousin spends about two thirds of her time
living in a wonderful city called San Miguel de Allende in the central part of
the country. The city is perched on a
mountainside in the Sierra Madres about two hours northwest of Mexico
City . My cousin
is well aware of my book addiction and knew that I’d love to see what her book
group was like so she was kind enough to invite me to participate in their
monthly meeting.
For Americans, San Miguel has
become a hotspot for new or early retirees to gather and spend the cold
months. Different from places like Florida
and more traditional snowbird destinations, San Miguel’s rough terrain and edgy
nature draws able bodied interesting people who generally spent their careers
in creative pursuits. There is a large
artist community and after being there for a week, I can liken San Miguel to a
continuing ed day camp that runs year round.
Every day there are workshops, classes, excursions, and seminars on
everything under the sun. It’s a great
place to hang out.
Needless to say, Book Club was a
treat. We met in the beautiful home of
one of the members. We spent the first
part of the meeting deciding what the group would read for the following
year. These ladies are organized! They even had ballots! I brought mine home so that I could suggest
some of their picks to my bookgroup. San
Miguel hosts a writer’s conference in March and many of the members are
involved in its organization. The group
chose several books by the authors slated to speak at the conference. This conference is big time. This year Luis Urrea (The Hummingbird’s
Daughter, see my previous review) is the keynote. For the rest of the afternoon we enjoyed
lively discussion about August’s book pick The Buddha in the Attic. As the meeting ended, I felt lucky to have
spent a lovely afternoon with such a wonderful smart group of women.
Here is a link to this year’s
conference: http://sanmiguelwritersconferenceblog.org/
The Buddha in the Attic
By Julie Otsuka
A few weeks previous to my trip,
my cousin sent me the book title so that I could be prepared for my visit. It was an easy, though not particularly happy read;
about 120 pages. The author used a
listing technique to tell the Japanese experience and point of view. Like this:
“some of us worked the fields, some of us cleaned laundry, some of us
cooked in restaurants…” and on and on.
While you definitely got a sense of the breadth of experience for these
women, it made for tiresome reading. I
find it easier to relate to a narrative.
The story is such a poignant one and one that Californians struggle with
in particular. Some of the book club members
were from the San Francisco area
and had memories of the time. Others
like me knew about the camps and the stories, but didn’t have an appreciation
for how quickly and absolutely the people had to leave.
While the story is a heartbreaking
one, I came away feeling like, until the part about Internment Camps, the story
could be any immigrant population’s story. And, as a nation, the US
is not too nice to our immigrants. We certainly don’t open our doors to them
and often shun them even though nearly everyone of us is the product of
immigrant ancestry. The Japanese story
is even more egregious because of the camps and the inane thought that these
gentle people could have anything to do with the Japanese Army half a world
away.
I predict that this book will make
the lists of book clubs everywhere. It’s
a quick read and will provoke lots of discussion. Generally it was met with positive
review from the group. Ms. Otsuka used creative
techniques for telling the story from many points of view, and people seemed to
like it. I just wish she had told it
without the gimmicks. Read a few
chapters, skip to the end and you’ll get the idea. A story this important just doesn’t
need them.