Book Review: “Picking Bones From Ash” by Marie Mutsuki Mockett Skillfully Interweaves Time and Place
August 30th, 2010Every year there are a few debut novels with Japan-related themes. I wrote a short review on this year’s If You
Follow Me (Harper Perennial) by Malena Watrous for this blog, but also deserving attention from last year is Marie Mutsuki Mockett’s Picking Bones From Ash (Graywolf).
Picking Bones starts out as a 1950s coming-of-age story set in a small mountain town in Japan. Eleven-year-old Satomi narrates about living as an only child with her unmarried mother, who alone runs a small izakaya.
Satomi’s talent at playing the piano leads her to attend high school and college away from home. After graduating from college, she cannot continue to get the kind of instruction she needs within Japan to launch a career performing for international audiences, so she auditions and gets accepted to continue her training at a school in Paris. There she meets Timothy, an American courier for a antique collector in San Francisco, and both Hitomi’s career path and this book go in a very different direction.
While skipping out on her piano studies for a trip to Japan with Timothy, Hitomi hears the news that her mother died a month earlier. She was so late to find out by not being back in Paris when the news arrived by post. Her mother’s body was already cremated (here we understand where the book’s title comes from), but Hitomi is in Japan just in time to attend her mother’s forty-nine day memorial. During the weekend of the memorial, Hitomi meets an Englishman named Franςois, who is in Japan studying to be an anthropologist.
The book soon jumps ahead from the late 1960s in Japan to San Francisco in the 1980s with Rumi, the daughter of Franςois and Satomi, now as the narrator. Learning the ins and outs of the Asian antique business as she works for her father, it isn’t long before she becomes a gifted authenticator of antiques thanks largely due to her own rather unusual talent of being able to hear the stories of inanimate objects. If that is not already strange enough, Rumi starts hearing a ghost, who she believes to be her mother (whom she always assumed was deceased) calling her to Japan.
Picking Bones again heads back in time, picking up where it left off earlier with Satomi as the narrator as she travels with Timothy in Japan. It is not as confusing as it may sound, but the final part of the book is told in separate parts by both Rumi and Satomi, back in Japan, now in the early 1990s. There is the inevitable merging of the two story lines, but I won’t write as to not give away what happens.
Picking Bones From Ash is an enjoyable book to read on many different levels. It changes directions out of the nice coming-of-age story into something much more complex; it skillfully interweaves the stories of three generations of women, and finally, it blends a mystery and ghost story into one overall highly recommended debut novel.

