My Year of Meats, by Ruth L. Ozeki, is excellent because it’s an unforgiving romp through modern day America and the hurdles it holds for artists, people of multicultural heredity, and women. It’s also an unforgiving look at some of the Japanese misconceptions of America and how they’re perpetuated.
What I really love about this book is the role-reversal of strength and the confrontation with one’s own self-image.
The other real clincher is that the book hits on a real life issue – medicines in our meat – in a way that hits the reader right in the gut. It’s a well-researched heads up for our social consciousness.