Announcing the winner of the 2010 Grub Street Book Prize in Non-Fiction
"Grub Street is thrilled to announce that Rahna Reiko Rizzuto has won our 2010 National Book Prize in Non-Fiction for her memoir, Hiroshima in the Morning, published by The Feminist Press. "Rizzuto will lead a class on the craft of narrative non-fiction at the Muse...
Almost…
Please bear with me. I know I disappeared after September 11th. This has not been proof of post-traumatic stress, or mourning (though we should all mourn) the beginning of the Afghan war, but rather something magical. A book is being born. It is a gift from God knows...
Act for September 11th
Sign the Charter for Compassion.
Join me for a Facebook party celebrating the release of Hiroshima in the Morning.
When: September 22, 2010 8:30 PM EST Where: Facebook. Be sure to like Rahna Reiko Rizzuto on Facebook. Who: You! What: A Live Chat with author Rahna Reiko Rizzuto about her new book, Hiroshima in the Morning. There will also be a chance to win a Koa carved bookmark...
Extreme Reading
"Extreme reading is like cannibalism. You take a book, like a piece of food, and eat it. For sustenance, for blood, if not to ritually ingest the soul or heart or power of your enemy or someone you loved. You take it in and chew and grind and tear it down to the...
Hiroshima: The Lesson We Never Learned
On the 65th anniversary of the bombings of Hiroshima and Nagasaki, we risk losing the memories of the survivors. I went to Hiroshima in 2001 to interview the hibakusha -- literally, the "bomb-affected people." I made this journey as a Japanese-American woman who had...
Safe
The two things that everyone wants to hear: You are safe. I see you. It comes up in the context of children, in an article on The Huffington Post by Judith Acosta about verbal healing, but it’s what we all want, even when we have grown beyond those fragile, trusting...
Caretaking
This is the first summer that my boys are going to camp. It’s a New York thing, and I am not originally a New Yorker. Where I grew up, summer was about hanging around, making yourself useful and finding a way to entertain yourself with a paper cup and a stick. But in...
The Time of Lizards
My father recently sent me a picture of my mother playing with a lizard. It was a Jackson’s Chameleon, green and black with three horns on its head. You might think how cute, or that she was visiting a zoo with children, or that she is an intrepid exotic animal lover....
This Is Your Society on Oil
I know why BP is lying to us. But why are we lying to ourselves? This oil spill has become a blot -- not just a slick, deadly blot in our ocean, but a black spot on our vision so that we can no longer see the future, or the past, or even the present clearly. And it...