The point, of course, is that we are all more than one person, one perspective, that identity is in a constant state of flux. I bet you’re wondering what kind of stupid girl would write words like that.” There is a section break, and when Nao returns, she is tougher, far more pointed. Yet just as we start to wonder what we’re getting into, Ozeki flips the whole thing around. The language is excitable, breathless even: “f you decide to read on,” Nao exclaims, “then guess what? You’re my kind of time being and together we’ll make magic!” Forgoing context or explanation, she plunges us into the diary of a 16-year-old Japanese girl named Nao. Ruth Ozeki opens her third novel, “A Tale for the Time Being,” with a small deception - or, more accurately, a sleight of hand.
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