her debut novel written in a stream-of-consciousness style that is at once disorienting and unexpectedly compelling.
the narrator she is funny caustic and bitter dark indeed, as i descend with her into the morasses of her quietly disintegrating life. i mostly blame her truly stereotypical asian parents who somehow manage to bring my most painful memories to the surface.
am currently two thirds through the book unsure if i can continue to tolerate a protagonist who so consistently rejects the offer of joy but am nevertheless unable to put down the randomly charming writing.
chinese family culture can both suffocate and redeem. weike wang is right up there when it comes to depicting it.
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