Posts tagged book
Posts tagged book
The books are on the second page of the ballot.
Ha, the event takes place at Midnight Shift, which I went to with a friend when I was in Sydney. The friend said the bar is known as “Chopsticks and Walking Sticks.” I laughed. Why are stereotypes both funny and offensive?
Oh, I want to check out this book. :)
Thinking back, we probably entered Dorchester, the former neighborhood of Marky Mark, who had to drop his pants multiple times in public to gain enough notoriety to get out of this ghetto.
Slant by Timothy Wang
Interestingly, today, I just received my own hard copies. It does feel good. :)
A great blog post. Sadly, the final entry on a blog belonging to an anonymous Asian American writer.
I read a review about this book a long time ago. The reviewer said the title aptly describes the book’s plot, which was described as boring and slow.
I gotta say, this book kept me turning pages. I was at the Beijing’s Bookworm waiting for a friend when I flipped through few pages. I was hooked, and went home and bought the book on kindle. The prose is simple, clear and easy to read—not at all pretentious like some other “literary” books.
Although I think the Part 2 of the book seems to be dragging on a bit. There are several chapters that the author seems to be escalating the stakes, only to seem to flatten out at end of each chapter. (Spoiler alert: when a high party official took a slight interest in Manna, it would make more interesting plot if he, instead of dropping his interest, followed through, and made things more difficult for Manna and Lin Kong.)
Overall, I liked the book, for it is not like most other Asian American books that creates this neo-orientalism exotic Asian world filled with characters like “Spring Flower” and “Summer Lotus.” The events portrayed seemed very realistic.
I love the characters; they all seem to come alive. The part of Sally Bowles reminds me of “Breakfast at Tiffany’s”. What’s with gay writers and gold diggers? “Mr. Norris” feels like a real novel; “Goodbye to Berlin” is just a bunch of loosely connected short stories. There’re a lot of funny parts that had me laugh out loud on the plane, where I read the book, but ultimately the undercurrent of rising of Nazi’s and people’s almost ignorant altitude, especially just a “Allerhand” when violence happens, was very chilling. I found out the author/narrator also stayed at Nollendorfplatz, which was where I stayed when I visited Berlin. A cool coincidence.
After reading “Slant,” a friend that said one of the themes reminded him of this book, “American Born Chinese.”
I’m flattered. Even though my book isn’t only about being Asian in America, I certainly appreciate any sort of comparison to an excellent book like this.