My Year of Meats - Ruth Ozeki

We left our mark in truck stops and motels across the country. So much was new to them. In Taos, New Mexico, Suzuki and Oh stayed in a pink adobe suite with a fireplace. They got drunk and made a small, cozy fire in the hearth, and when they ran out of firewood they burned the telephone book and the Bible, then a chair and a bed-post, and finally the bedroom itself. After the fire departement had left, Oh explained, somewhat sheepishly, "In Japan fireplaces are not so common."


I wouldn´t have expected this book to be so funny. I´m really enjoying it so far.