My father is reading Forget Sorrow. He takes a fine black Sharpie and annotates in the margin of my (our) book the feelings of re-encountering the aches of youth and the tragedy of his multi-generational family.
He has written a poem inside the end paper in his elegant calligraphy
I come empty
I leave empty
All is emptiness
The heart of Buddha's disciple bears no desire
Ten thousand-mile-long river passing
The frost on the roof tile is but fleeting
--Yang Zu-Wu--Joseph Yang, age 81
I will take Baba's copy to New York for my Asia Society and Giant Robot talks next week. I will ask my WW Norton editor Alane Salierno Mason and all others who have had a hand in creating this book to leave some words for me. My agent will be there, too.
I am at the half-century mark, and this is a year to celebrate with a book, which took fourteen years to make.
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