About the Good Shufu

What happens when you meet the love of your life, but being together means you must give up almost any plan you’ve ever had? When you fall head over heels for someone from another world, and then must forfeit your entire way of life for his?

The Good Shufu: A Wife in Search of a Life Between East and West is a true story about finding love, meaning, hope, and self in the least likely places in the world: the places we always swore we’d never go. It’s about what we gain, and lose, when we forfeit our plans, goals, and even sometimes homes for that age-old cliche, love.

The book The Good Shufu is forthcoming from Penguin’s Putnam imprint.

In the meantime, here’s how the story begins:

On a typical morning eight years ago, I would wake in my studio apartment in the South End of Boston, with the sun streaming through my large bay windows, and take stock of the life I had planned so carefully over my 36 years. Lying content in my soft white sheets, I’d think gratefully of the PhD in English Literature I had earned at 29, the academic career I had painstakingly built, and the fierce independence I cherished.

On most mornings, I’d linger a while, no complicated marriage or crying child to claim my attention, and luxuriate in the stillness, watching the early light bathe the brownstones of my city. Then I’d climb out of bed, shower, dress, add a swipe of mascara and lipstick, kick on my heels, and dash to my neighborhood café for the chai-soy latté that would fuel my day teaching writing at a Boston-area university.

Before leaving my apartment, I might stop a moment at the bookshelf by my door, run a finger along the spine of my feminist dissertation on gender and sexual violence in early-20th Century literature, and feel thankful once again that I was a woman in contemporary urban America: safe, independent, and yes, over-educated. On my way out, I’d pass the mezuzah my mother had insisted I hang on the doorframe, its tiny Old Testament scroll shrouded in silver, ignored by both me and all my gay neighbors.

Once a week, my ritual differed somewhat. I’d wake at dawn, forgo the makeup and the moment communing with my dissertation, slip into plain scuffed flats, and drive the barren highway to Norfolk Corrections Center, a men’s medium-security prison. I’d have to reach the barbed-wire enclosed complex early, then pass through a series of electric gates before arriving at the classroom, where I’d spend three hours teaching college-level seminars in gender studies to male convicts considerably less feminist than I. Either way, though, whether I was headed to lockup or the Ivory Tower, I’d always begin my morning grounded in the knowledge that I was living, for the most part, the exact life I had planned, in the city I always had—and believed always would—call home. Each aspect of this existence felt like a kind of bulwark, a sturdy negation of the things I swore I’d never do: take blind leaps of faith, move permanently from Boston, become financially dependent on a man, build a traditional nuclear family like my parents, or, perhaps most importantly, cook dinner on a regular basis.

But all this changed the day I fell desperately in love with the least likely partner in the world: a traditional Japanese salary-man—who could barely speak English.

My husband and I met when his company sent him to earn an Executive MBA at the university where I taught. Within three days of meeting, I fell in love, T’s calm movements and thoughtful eyes somehow snaring my heart more completely than any man’s eloquence ever had. Within three weeks, T said, “Lub you” (which I made him repeat three times before realizing this was “love” with a Japanese accent), and we were contemplating a life together across two hemispheres. Within a year—when the sudden death of his mother sent him home permanently to Osaka—I found myself in an entirely new existence, deeply entwined with T, yet utterly lost in his world.

Japan proved both fascinating and profoundly alienating, a place where I could neither speak the language nor read the simplest cultural clues: where I was completely dependent on T to give me money, answer the phone, and order my food; where “yes” only meant yes depending on the tone of its utterance; where, when T’s aunt welcomed me to the family with a full-on kneeling bow, I crouched to the floor alongside her, thinking she had dropped a contact lens; and where, when a doctor first diagnosed my infertility, it was with the words, “I’m sorry, Mrs. Tracy, but your own hormones are out of range.”

The Good Shufu: A Wife in Search of a Life Between East and West traverses this unexpected journey I took from proudly independent, Jewish-American, skeptical academic living a perfectly planned existence in Boston, to illiterate housewife (or shufu) in Osaka, trying desperately to build the very nuclear family I had always disdained—only now with a Petri dish and an army of doctors who barely spoke my language. In the U.S., my mother (whose own meticulously mapped plan involved me under the chuppah with a nice Jewish doctor) fretted over my marriage to someone from, she helpfully pointed out, a former Axis Power.

Meanwhile, in Japan, when I made my first foray into cooking for my future father-in-law, I learned two shocking lessons: 1) most Japanese houses lack ovens, so I had to try stuffing chicken Parmesan into a 3”-high fish grill, and 2) even with breaded Italian cutlets, my new family expected white rice. In my Japanese-language class, I was the only non-Asian and the only woman who did not introduce herself as a “shufu,” or housewife, although this is what I had essentially become, except now I was also completely unable to drive a car (since they drive on the other side of the road), dependent on my husband to handle all my finances (because I could neither communicate with the bank tellers nor read the Japanese ATM screen), and considered an eternal outsider in an utterly insular country.

But through it all, T’s calm, quiet love sustained me. “I feel proud you,” he’d say, beaming, every time I tried to take a new challenge, or embarrassment, in stride. “I love you first in world and always will,” he’d assure me, and somehow that felt more like home than anything ever had. Perhaps more surprising, it made me, at age 41, optimistic enough to want to start a family with him, even though I had no idea how to manage that in a bi-hemispheric marriage, or how I, once a confirmed critic of modern motherhood’s demands on women, could have come to want such a thing—and then undergo four years of rigorous hormone treatments in its pursuit.

Eventually, I find myself still half a planet away from home, and still childless after two miscarriages, hundreds of injections, and countless heartbreaks. But I’m also still deeply in love with my husband, grateful for our life, and more grounded, even hopeful, than I have ever been—not despite all the challenges, but somehow because of them.

Japan will never be easy, but it proves endlessly fascinating; Perhaps, I come to realize, a life worth living doesn’t always have to be easy, comfortable, or a happy reflection of one’s intended plan, as long as it’s filled with wonder and love.

Stay tuned for more posts about the book and its story of clashing cultures and identities within our increasingly global world, but also, ultimately, of unexpected joys found amidst these very collisions, and of traveling to far-flung places only to discover essential truths about self and home.

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18 thoughts on “About the Good Shufu

  1. I saw your post in SheWrites, and even though I’ve been a member for over a year, I don’t participate much, I wish I did, but I guess I’m just not a “joiner”, all this just to tell you that I felt compelled to see what your story was about. I’m hooked. Congrats on the book contract. Yeaaay! I’m awaiting news that a small press will pick up my memoir, Loveyoubye. Not sure how, but could you let me know when your book is out?

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    1. Thanks so much for your reply, Rossandra! And congratulations on finishing your memoir manuscript! Love your title. Do you have a blog?

      My book is slated to come out in Spring 2015 because I still have to write most of it. Just lucked out with a contract before I finished it, so now I really have to get writing! How did you manage to structure your time to finish yours? And what’s the basic story? Feel free to tell more about it here!

      Looking forward to staying connected,

      Tracy

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      1. Yes, I do have a blog:http://www.rossandrawhite.com. Wow! you got the contract before you even finished the book. Well, I can understand why: It’s such a great idea and your writing is excellent. As for me, I just plugged along with Loveyoubye, mind you this was while I was going through the breakup of my marriage (hence the title) along with a trip back home to South Africa to deal with some issues from the past. Right now the book is with a small press. By the way, I checked out Four Stories. Makes me wish I lived in Boston. Yes, please let’s stay connected.

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      2. I’m going to add you to my blogroll as well. Thanks. I will definitely let you know. If the small press doesn’t pick me up I’m going with SheWrites Press. Enough of this waiting!!!!

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      1. Thanks Tracy. All is well except I am still struggling with the Japanese language! Good luck to your writing and have a great New Year :))

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  2. Thanks so much, Susan! And Rossandra, I added your blog to my blogroll, since like Susan’s, it sounds like your story is somewhat similar to mine (about marriage, international living, etc.)

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  3. Hi Tracy,

    I just commented on your facebook post too (handle: Hemanth Gorur). Incredibly powerful story. In fact, it promises to be so endearing that I don’t mind pitching in with editing, or being your beta-reader if it means I can be associated with the project. I’m a published author myself and my recent biography of a business corporation was published by Westland. The added attraction in your project is that Japan has always been a place of intrigue and lure for me, partly because I used to practice one of the martial arts that originated from there. However, you may have some privacy issues since it’s your personal life story and we don’t really know each other, so I can understand if you’d like to reserve your decision (to collaborate) for now.

    In any case, happy to be in touch.

    Best,
    Hemanth

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    1. Hi Hemanth,

      Thanks so much for your kind words about the book, and your enthusiasm!

      Is this your book? http://www.amazon.com/Doing-what-right-CRISIL-Story/dp/9382618074/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1356613080&sr=1-1

      If so, very impressive!

      I greatly appreciate your offer about being a beta-reader. I actually have a writing group already, but I would be incredibly grateful for your comments on my blog posts, and would love to follow each others’ work. Do you have a blog?

      My editor at Putnam doesn’t want me to post work directly or verbatim from the book on the blog, but I’ll be using the blog to flesh out ideas, since I’m only about 1/4 of a way through the book and am still planning the later stages. And I’d warmly welcome your ideas and input!

      Really looking forward to staying connected and learning more about your work, and thanks again for your lovely response to what I’ve posted so far.

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  4. Hi Tracy,

    Great story, beautifully written! I found your blog via the Travel Memoir Writers’ group on Facebook and I can relate to many details in your story. I lived in China for four years and currently am living in Chile, with my Chilean boyfriend. I’m also in the early stages of writing a book about all these experiences, and thinking it might be part-memoir, part-guidebook. Lots of people ask me for advice about finding work in foreign countries and I have a lot to say about this topic.

    In any case, I look forward to following along as you develop your ideas for this book!

    Best wishes for the new year!
    Leslie

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    1. Hi Leslie. Thanks so much for your note! And you’re right–it does sound like our stories have so much in common.

      Your idea about doing part-memoir, part guidebook sounds really great to me. I think it would be incredibly useful–and marketable–especially for new expats in the areas you cover, because it would give practical advice but also a kind of psychological advice or support in the form of providing a story people can relate to. Please keep me posted on the project. Do you have a blog?

      Very much looking forward to staying connected!

      Tracy

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      1. Hi Tracy,

        Yes, I have a blog: http://leslieforman.com/ and I’ve also created a free course about how to create your international career, as a way to connect with people who are interested in this topic and collect their feedback. So far this experiment has worked well, and it’s given me lots of specific ideas for the book. I’m quite involved in the startup community here in Chile and this is my attempt to apply lean startup methods to the writing process. Fun stuff!

        The last few months were insanely busy for me, but now I have a few months to write. I did a few long interviews for blogs about my story and my advice for building an international career, and I sent them to a transcriptionist, so that’s given me pages of raw material to work with.

        I look forward to staying connected too!

        Leslie

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  5. Hi, Tracy.

    I’ve popped over to your blog via Travel Memoir Writers’ group on Facebook. What a poignant, powerful story you have. And beautifully written, too. I’ve subscribed to the blog and look forward to reading more about your life in Japan. About your family, your challenges, learning Japanese, and of course, the food.

    You asked if I have a blog. I do. It’s http://ramblecrunch.com, and it’s where I write about my family’s journey as full-time travelers.

    My husband, our daughter (11), our dog and I have been on the road for almost two years now. It’s the best education in the world for our daughter. We spent last year touring Europe and Turkey in an old camper. This year, we’ve settled in central Mexico for language and cultural immersion.

    Japan is on our family’s bucket list, so we’ll be following your blog with interest. Besides, I love a love story. 🙂

    Congratulations again on the book deal.

    Renee

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