Bone by Fae Myenne Ng

“One mile forward and then eight miles back. Forward and forward and then back.”

 

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This is a story of contrasts.

When we first meet the Leong family, who live and work in San Francisco’s Chinatown, there is an overwhelming sense of greyness, of a fog having descended upon the family, of which they cannot see out of. And soon, we learn why. Leila’s middle sister Ona had killed herself.

“Like that, we all just snapped apart. For me, it was as if time broke down: Before and After Ona Jumped. I didn’t want anything to be the same. I wanted a new life, as if to say that person then, that person that wasn’t able to save Ona, that person was not me. All of us took that trip, but we came back to ourselves, to our old ways. I had to believe that it’d been Ona’s choice.
Ona has become a kind of silence in our lives. We don’t talk about her. We don’t have anything more to say.”

Leila is the daughter who is still there. Her youngest sister, Nina, fled to New York, in the After of things.

Leila is the one who has to pull the family together. Her stepfather Leon, a merchant seaman, a hoarder who tries to fix broken things and invent things from his collected junk. He’s convinced that the family’s bad luck stems from the bones of Grandpa Leong, which remained in the US instead of being sent back to China.

Her mother, a hardworking seamstress, blamed it on the bad choices she had made. She blamed the family’s bad luck on herself.

Ng tells the story of the Leong family in a backwards motion. It is not entirely discernible at first as there are no dates, no chapter headings that warn you that this is told in reverse. But as I understood what she was doing, I really began to admire the story and its writer.

For Ng’s backstroke through the Leong family’s story brings with a true understanding of what grief can do to a family. The grief of losing a daughter, a sister, has aged them all, has ripped the colour from their lives and left them a dull grey.

It is a story that is gently told yet is emotionally powerful and brave.

And always, always, it is a story of San Francisco, from its foghorn to its highways, its Chinese immigrants and their struggles.

“We’re lucky, not like the bondmaids growing up in service, or the newborn daughters whose mouths were stuffed with ashes. The beardless, soft-shouldered eunuchs, the courtesans with the three-inch feet and the frightened child brides – they’re all stories to us. Nina, Ona, and I, we’re the lucky generation. Mah and Leon forced themselves to live through the humiliation in this country so that we could have it better. we know so little of the old country. We repeat the names of grandfathers and uncles, but they have always been strangers to us. Family exists only because somebody has a tory, and knowing the stttory connects us to a history. To us, the deformed man is oddly compelling, the forgotten man is a good story, and a beautiful woman suffers.”

faeFae Myenne Ng (born December 2, 1956 in San Francisco) is an American novelist, and short story writer.

She is a first-generation Chinese American author whose debut novel Bone told the story of three Chinese American daughters growing up in her real childhood hometown of San Francisco Chinatown. Her work has received support from the American Academy of Arts & Letters’ Rome Prize, the Lila Wallace Reader’s Digest Writers’ Award, the National Endowment for the Arts, the Lannan Foundation, and The Radcliffe Institute. She held residencies at Yaddo, McDowell, and the Djerassi Foundation.

She is the daughter of seamstress and a laborer, who immigrated from Guangzhou, China. She attended the University of California-Berkeley, and received her M.F.A. at Columbia University. Ng has supported herself by working as a waitress and at other temporary jobs.
Her short stories have appeared in the American Voice, Calys, City Lights Review, Crescent Review, Harper’s. She currently teaches at UC Berkeley.

Not not blogging

Ok so this is a blog post, just not one on books.
I’ve been reading but we’ve also been doing more exciting things like heading up to the city for a foggy morning in the SF Botanical Gardens in Golden Gate Park followed by a wonderfully sunny lunch on Pier 1.5 at La Mar. Great ceviche, empanadas, yummy plaintain, sweet potato chips, and a fantastically gingery Chilcano de Pisco (I don’t usually drink at lunch – or really, ever – but I figured, who knows when I’ll be back!).
Wee reader is running around the backyard with his grandparents, breaking in his new shoes. And I’m off to join them. Enjoy the photos!

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I Hotel

I wasn’t prepared for Karen Tei Yamashita’s I Hotel. The weight of it, for one thing. It was on hold for me at the library a week before Christmas and when I finally got around to picking it up, I was a little surprised. I wasn’t quite expecting to be the 605 pages long book that it is. And so I Hotel languished on my own shelf at home until January, when I finally felt brave enough to pick it up!

The first chapter went well, which opens with the death of 18-year-old Paul’s father. He discovers more about his father’s background from his father’s friend,  SF State professor Chen Wen-guang. But Paul and Chen are just two characters in this multi-voiced tome which is divided into 10 novellas, set in 10 years of the San Francisco Civil Rights story, from 1968 to 1977, with the I Hotel, an actual historical landmark, linking the chapters.

As I delved further into the book, it became more complicated, more elaborate, quite experimental. It isn’t a straightforward narrative. The chapters are written in the form of dossiers, film scripts, transcripts, myths, and even a dance. There were many sections that left me scratching my head, too experimental for me to understand their significance. A little too bizarre. Maybe if I knew more about the historical background of the Asian-American struggle I might comprehend it better.

I Hotel is an intriguing book. The historical background is fascinating and completely new to me. It made me want to learn more, read more about the struggles of Asian-Americans in the Bay Area. The very setting of the Bay Area and San Francisco pleased me to no end. Daly City! Colma! San Bruno! I used to live around that area (I’m now on the East Bay). But the structure of this book, its multi-voiced narrative twisting and turning, with every chapter, every novella, it was a little too much for me. I think I’m just a reader who prefers a simpler narrative, a walk in the park, with a stop here and there to gaze at the flowers and take in the sunshine, rather than a rollercoaster ride with dips and zooms at every corner.