The Face - A Time Code

Ruth Ozeki

Restless Books

2016

144 páginas

4h 48m

ISBN-13: 9781632060525

What did your face look like before your parents were born? In "The Face: A Time Code", bestselling author and Zen Buddhist priest Ruth Ozeki recounts, in moment-to-moment detail, a profound encounter with memory and the mirror. According to ancient Zen tradition, "your face before your parents were born" is your true face. Who are you? What is your true self? What is your identity before or beyond the dualistic distinctions, like father/mother and good/evil, that define us?

With these questions in mind, Ozeki challenges herself to spend three hours gazing into her own reflection, recording her thoughts, and noticing every possible detail. Those solitary hours open up a lifetime's worth of meditations on race, aging, family, death, the body, self doubt, and, finally, acceptance. In this lyrical short memoir, Ozeki calls on her experience of growing up in the wake of World War II as a half-Japanese, half-Caucasian American; of having a public face as an author; of studying the intricate art of the Japanese Noh mask; of being ordained as a Zen Buddhist priest; and of her own and her parents' aging, to paint a rich and utterly unique portrait of a life as told through a face.

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"it's not polite to stare at strangers"

Sim, é basicamente uma reflexão sobre rostos, mas também é um livro sobre vida, morte, família, luto, memória, identidade e aceitação. o que vemos quando olhamos para o espelho? para além disso, quem são as pessoas presentes no nosso rosto? nosso pais, os pais dos nossos pais, nossos amigos, as pessoas que amamos. e essa filosofia zen tão, tão linda e presente nos livros da ruth ozeki! e esse trecho aqui:

"heavy bags under my eays [...] bagage from my dad. [...] strange. just realized that i haven't paid much attention to the bags for several years now. i mean, i see them when i look, but i don't obsess about them anymore. what's changed? certainly not the bags themselves. if anything, they've only gotten worse. have i just gotten used to them? or is it that my feelings about my dad have changed? he's been dead for more than fifteen years now. the grief and anguish i felt at his death have softened, and when i see his eyes in mine, i don't see reproach or disappointment anymore. instead of judgment, i see concern, watchfulness, maybe even a kind of compassionate discernment. so this is better, an improvement! i don't mind meeting him here in the mirror. it's kind of nice. hey, dad. how are you doing?"

...................................tipo assim, livros e palavras não são o suficiente, eu preciso que a ruth ozeki me mate