Publishers Weekly - Publisher's Weekly
Hats off to newcomer Chadwick for his engaging account of a nearly four-year stay in a rural Buddhist temple and subsequent adventures in Japan. A stickler for detail, he jots down minutiae as he tries to make sense out of the mix of tradition and change--such as the ancient temple altar where 500-year-old scrolls sit next to a large matchbox bearing a picture of a grinning, winking Japanese man and the English advertising slogan ``THANK YOU AND OK!'' Chadwick, who studied Zen for more than 20 years to little avail before heading to Japan, tends to lean over backward to stare at his belly button, but his writer's skill is evident in everything from skin crawling descriptions of mukade (dreaded scorpion-like insects) to a benevolent look at takuhatsu , formal monks' begging. Several chapters are rib-tickling Abbott and Costello-type routines with Chadwick as straight man. None is finer than Chadwick's day at the Driver's License Test Building--a remarkable commentary on human endurance, the unflagging courtesy of bureaucrats in the face of ``what cannot be helped,'' and sheer lunacy as when the bureaucrat asks about the written test he had taken in California `` `And what language was the test administered in, Japanese or English?' '' The book is long and the confusing interweaving of Chadwick's stay at the temple Hogoji with accounts of life in the Japanese 'burbs is unnecessary. But whenever the reader begins to think about putting the book down, the writing picks up and one is hooked again. (Aug.)
Library Journal
Of the many books concerning a Westerner's perplexing yet revealing exploits in Japan, i.e., Oliver Statler's Japanese Pilgrimage (Morrow, 1983) and David Mura's Turning Japanese (Atlantic Monthly, 1991), Chadwick's book is not particularly better or worse. It tells of the author's four years in Japan and his attempts to further his studies in Zen Buddhism, a field in which he had been deemed a failure by previous teachers. The author's experiences are written down with good humor and keen observations, and the book moves all over the cultural map of Japan. This book is not a serious examination of Zen Buddhist practices nor a major study of East-West relations but a rollicking, anecdotal mishmash of incidents about the foibles of monks, abbots, "housewives," and fellow students of the author's. Read with this understanding, this book is good entertainment. Recommended for public libraries.-Glenn Masuchika, Chaminade Univ. Lib., Honolulu
