Picking Bones From Ash, Marie Mutsuki Mockett’s first novel was a stirring powerful story. I love novels that are deeply immersed in a culture different than mine but still feel familiar, traversable, to me. Picking Bones from Ash, mostly set in Japan, was precisely that. I don’t understand Japanese, and there were some Japanese words. I don’t know much about Japanese art or Buddhism, but I was still able to feel close to the story and the characters.
The ending was a bit confusing, I started combining two characters. I’m still not sure if that’s my fault or the writer’s. The quiet dignity of Picking Bones from Ash was what I was left thinking about, though.
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