I was reading that memoir as preparation to read Autumn Light, as recommended to me in some review, somewhere. . . . An elegiac memoir of Iyer's life in Japan since that last book was written, and with that Muse his wife of nearly 25 years. . . Gentle, wry, observant, thoughtful. . . .
This one I'd recommend without reservation. And despite my impatience with it, I would probably suggest that you at least browse through The Lady and the Monk first, just to capture the difference of flavour between the two, between the younger man and the older, and to be able to recognize some recurrent figures. . . To be fair, there are also evocative descriptions of Kyoto and the surrounding landscapes, of festivals and rituals and etiquette and streetlife. . . . as well as a thoughtful introduction, reading over the young Iyer's shoulder, to Zen philosophy and to Japanese writing.