Beautiful, sweeping, elegiac. As in My Year of Meats, Ruth Ozeki seamlessly weaves together the parallel journeys of women an ocean apart, giving them each the painful specificity of their own geographies and struggles, but allowing the universality of their experiences to shine through (and reflect off of the centuries-old literature she cites). A Tale takes a definitive magicky turn, but by the time it happens, you're rooting for it.