I have read around half of The Typing Lady by Ruth Ozeki (published last week) and I’m enjoying it. The story titled “An Anthropologist’s Kid” was a really good capture of being somebody’s kid. It managed to see life from both a parent’s and a child’s viewpoint — in particular, the perspective of a faculty brat —
“In the winter we played in one of the empty seminar rooms or in my dad’s office. The secretaries let us type on their typewriters. They gave us scrap paper to draw on, and sometimes, if we begged them, they let us help run the mimeograph machine. That was our favorite. We loved the smell of the purple ink. You could almost get high on it.”
I’m planning to finish this book after I read the brand-new Martin Walker book! Bruno, chief of police is back today.
More by Ruth Ozeki
| I’ve read all of them, but not reviewed every one of them. |
Review © 2026 mae sander
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