"Two brothers, Takashi and Mitsu, return from Tokyo to the village of their childhood. The selling of their family home leads them to an inescapable confrontation with their family history. Their attempt to escape the influence of the city ends in failure as they realise that its tentacles extend to everything in the countryside, even to their own relationship."--Publisher description.
"Originally published in hardcover in the United States by Ballantine Books, an imprint of The Random House Publishing Group, a division of Random House, Inc., in 1997"--Copyright page.
My mom would be smiling and laughing and happy. I wouldn't be crying. Kyle wouldn't be crying. We'd be hugging Mom, not because she was being hurt or because we were afraid that she was dying, but simply because we were her Silent Cry 349.
In that sense, each of us is a mystic, and Soelle's work seeks to give theological depth, clarity and direction. This work conveys Soelle's deep religious knowledge and wisdom with her passion for social justice.
In places I was shocked but kept on reading. I HAD TO KNOW… I did not want this book to end… Highly Recommended. Hell no, this is a MUST READ!’ Goodreads reviewer, 5 stars ‘Wow! What a thrill ride!
An autobiography, To injure after injury A real story of having a belief An honest struggle of Picking myself up To only put me down.
I was so very alone and isolated I continue to do a lot of silent crying during those years. I was growing into the typical pre-teen years. I was still a young girl but I wanted to be more grown up. I remember a few times when we would ...
This book is about a mother that cried out when her son was incarcerated and with so many other life experiences.
The first new novel Oe has published since winning the Nobel Prize, Somersault is a magnificent story of the charisma of leaders, the danger of zealotry, and the mystery of faith.
In the winter of 196—, an outlandishly fat man came close to being thrown to a polar bear bathing in a filthy pool ... middle of the night and said to her, ——You give me back the manuscript you stole from me, I'm fed up, do you hear!
The silent cry