One of the most pleasurable ways to read is to feel you are in conversation with the author. In Ensō, I had this very rare, very special experience.
I'd bought the book at AWP because Pai is a local author, because the book looked beautiful, and because I thought I could share it with my artist husband. In reading it, though, I found the types of synchronicities you feel with an old friend. Pai is around my age, has a background in visual arts, enjoys experimenting with form, has a child two years older than mine, and is making her way as a writer in this city. As I contemplated harvesting our apples, I read about her trip to an orchard we've frequented. As I looked over her "Same Cloth," I thought of the canvases I once embroidered. And in reading lines like "money paid to you for what you gave up / in yourself to be a part of that world," I found Pai named something in me that I've been thinking deeply about.
It's a beautiful book (visually and writing-wise) and I very much enjoyed learning about Pai's process, especially because she writes so openly that it's easy to take each page as a beginning.