Bestiary
A Novel
(Sprache: Englisch)
NEW YORK TIMES BOOK REVIEW EDITORS’ CHOICE • Three generations of Taiwanese American women are haunted by the myths of their homeland in this spellbinding, visceral debut about one family’s queer desires, violent impulses, and buried...
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NEW YORK TIMES BOOK REVIEW EDITORS’ CHOICE • Three generations of Taiwanese American women are haunted by the myths of their homeland in this spellbinding, visceral debut about one family’s queer desires, violent impulses, and buried secrets.“Gorgeous and gorgeously grotesque . . . Every line of this sensuous, magical-realist marvel is utterly alive.”—O: The Oprah Magazine
FINALIST FOR THE LAMBDA LITERARY AWARD • LONGLISTED FOR THE VCU CABELL FIRST NOVELIST AWARD • LONGLISTED FOR THE CENTER FOR FICTION FIRST NOVEL PRIZE • NAMED ONE OF THE BEST BOOKS OF THE YEAR BY O: The Oprah Magazine • NPR • The New York Public Library • Kirkus Reviews
One evening, Mother tells Daughter a story about a tiger spirit who lived in a woman’s body. She was called Hu Gu Po, and she hungered to eat children, especially their toes. Soon afterward, Daughter awakes with a tiger tail. And more mysterious events follow: Holes in the backyard spit up letters penned by her grandmother; a visiting aunt arrives with snakes in her belly; a brother tests the possibility of flight. All the while, Daughter is falling for Ben, a neighborhood girl with strange powers of her own. As the two young lovers translate the grandmother’s letters, Daughter begins to understand that each woman in her family embodies a myth—and that she will have to bring her family’s secrets to light in order to change their destiny.
With a poetic voice of crackling electricity, K-Ming Chang is an explosive young writer who combines the wit and fabulism of Helen Oyeyemi with the subversive storytelling of Maxine Hong Kingston. Tracing one family’s history from Taiwan to America, from Arkansas to California, Bestiary is a novel of migration, queer lineages, and girlhood.
Praise for Bestiary
“[A] vivid, fabulist debut . . . the prose is full of imagery. Chang’s wild story of a family’s tenuous grasp on belonging in the U.S. stands out with a deep commitment to
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exploring discomfort with the body and its transformations.”—Publishers Weekly
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Chapter 1Mother
Journey to the West (I)
Or: A Story of Warning for My Only Daughter
Moral: Don t Bury Anything.
Ba doesn t know where he buried the gold. Ma chases him around and beats him with her soup ladle. You ve never been to a funeral, but this is what it looks like: four of us in the backyard, digging where our shadows have died. A shovel for Ba, a soup ladle for Ma, a spoon for me and Jie to share. We dig with what we don t want piss buckets, a stolen plunger, the hands we pray with. We even use the spatulas gifted to us by the church ladies, after their days-long debate about whether Orientals even used spatulas. It was decided that we didn t but that we should. Hence our collection of spatulas, different sizes and metals and colors. Ma mistook them for flyswatters. She used them to spank us, selecting a spatula based on the severity of our crime. Be glad I use only my two hands on you.
I see the way you wear your hands without worry, but someday they ll bury something. Someday this story will open like a switchblade. Your hands will plot their own holes, and when they do, I won t come and rescue you.
You ve never been to this year, so let me live it for you: 1980 lasts as long as it rains. It rains the Arkansas way, riddling the ground like gunfire. Years after this story, you re born in an opposite city, a place where the only reliable rain is your piss. You ask why your grandfather once buried his gold and forgot about it, and I say his skull is full of snakes instead of brains. He s all sold out of memories. One time, he pees all over the yard and we follow his piss-streams through the soil. Pray they convene at the gold s gravesite. The gold in his bladder will guide us toward its buried kin. But his piss-river runs straight into the house and floods it with fermented sunlight.
When the church wives come to give us dishes of sugar cubes and a jar of piss-dark honey, my ma tells them that Orientals don t sweeten tea. Don
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t sweeten anything. We prefer salt and sour and bitter, the active ingredients in blood and semen and bile. Flavors from the body.
Ba says he ll find the gold soon. Ma beats him again, this time with a pair of high heels (also a gift from the church wives). Ba says the birds will tell him where he buried it all. Ma throws a flowerpot at his head (seeds via the church wives). Ba dances the shovel too deep and hits water. Except it isn t water, it s a sewage line, and the landlord tells us to pay for the damage. The rest of the month, we wade the river of everyone s shit, still convinced Ba can remember, still convinced memory is contagious. If we stand close enough to him, we ll catch what he lost.
The gold was what Ba brought from the mainland to the island. That s how soldiers bribed the sea that wanted to steal their bodies. He paid his passage with one gold bar the width of his pinky and swallowed the rest, the gold bleached silver by the acidity of his belly.
In wartime, land is measured by the bones it can bury. A house is worth only the bomb that banishes it. Gold can be spent in any country, any year, any afterlife. The sun shits it out every morning. Even Ma misreads the slogans on the back of American coins: in gold we trust. That s why she thinks we re compatible with this country. She still believes we can buy its trust.
After twenty years of gambling on the island, Ba lost all the gold and tried to win it back and back and back again. When they met, Ma already had three children and one dead husband who returned weekly in the form of milk-bright rain. The local men said she was ruined from the waist down but still eligible from the waist up. She wore a heavy skirt that tarped her like a nun. Ma donated her three daughters to her parents and birthed two new ones wit
Ba says he ll find the gold soon. Ma beats him again, this time with a pair of high heels (also a gift from the church wives). Ba says the birds will tell him where he buried it all. Ma throws a flowerpot at his head (seeds via the church wives). Ba dances the shovel too deep and hits water. Except it isn t water, it s a sewage line, and the landlord tells us to pay for the damage. The rest of the month, we wade the river of everyone s shit, still convinced Ba can remember, still convinced memory is contagious. If we stand close enough to him, we ll catch what he lost.
The gold was what Ba brought from the mainland to the island. That s how soldiers bribed the sea that wanted to steal their bodies. He paid his passage with one gold bar the width of his pinky and swallowed the rest, the gold bleached silver by the acidity of his belly.
In wartime, land is measured by the bones it can bury. A house is worth only the bomb that banishes it. Gold can be spent in any country, any year, any afterlife. The sun shits it out every morning. Even Ma misreads the slogans on the back of American coins: in gold we trust. That s why she thinks we re compatible with this country. She still believes we can buy its trust.
After twenty years of gambling on the island, Ba lost all the gold and tried to win it back and back and back again. When they met, Ma already had three children and one dead husband who returned weekly in the form of milk-bright rain. The local men said she was ruined from the waist down but still eligible from the waist up. She wore a heavy skirt that tarped her like a nun. Ma donated her three daughters to her parents and birthed two new ones wit
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Autoren-Porträt von K-Ming Chang
K-Ming Chang was born in the year of the tiger. She is a Kundiman Fellow and a Lambda Literary Award finalist in poetry. Her poems have been anthologized in Ink Knows No Borders, Best New Poets 2018, Bettering American Poetry Vol. 3, the 2019 Pushcart Prize Anthology, and elsewhere. Raised in California, she now lives in New York.
Bibliographische Angaben
- Autor: K-Ming Chang
- 2021, 288 Seiten, Maße: 13,2 x 19,6 cm, Kartoniert (TB), Englisch
- Verlag: ONE WORLD
- ISBN-10: 0593132599
- ISBN-13: 9780593132593
- Erscheinungsdatum: 17.07.2021
Sprache:
Englisch
Pressezitat
Full of magic realism that reaches down your throat, grabs hold of your guts and forces a slow reckoning with what it means to be a foreigner, a native, a mother, a daughter and all the things in between. The New York Times Book ReviewBestiary blurs the lines between humans and animals, exploring the stories we tell about ourselves to survive. The Wall Street Journal
Chang's facility for making even mundane or traumatic events beautiful with words is a reminder that stories are, among other things, some of our very best survival tools. NPR
Bestiary bursts open like delicious fruit. . . . Her lyrical imagery promises a better future, and Bestiary promises more great work to come from K-Ming Chang. Los Angeles Times
Young queer love, family secrets, and a girl who grows a tiger tail, all told by a language obsessive? Extremely sold. LitHub
K-Ming Chang, an extremely talented young Taiwanese-American author, offers a wild portrait of three generations of women who have in them tigers, snakes, and birds: the myths of their homeland. The Millions
Epic and intimate at once, Bestiary brings myth to visceral life. K-Ming Chang s talent exposes what is hidden inside us. She makes magic on the page. Julia Philips, author of Disappearing Earth
I didn t read this novel so much as become immersed in it, a jungle filled with surprises, countless moments of desire and pain and light. Charles Yu, author of Interior Chinatown
Chang is ferociously talented, one of my favorite new writers. Here is a book so wise, so gripping, so mythical and dangerous, so infused with surreal beauty, it burns to be read, and read again. Justin Torres, author of We the Animals
Crafted at the scale of epic poetry . . . These are fables I wish I d had growing up.
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Elaine Castillo, author of America Is Not the Heart
An unflinching examination of unbreakable ties. You may want to look away, but K-Ming Chang won t let you. Thea Lim, author of An Ocean of Minutes
This searing, lush novel can t be justly summarized you must read it yourself, for K-Ming Chang is a fearless, singular talent. Shawna Yang Ryan, author of Green Island
Fierce and funny, full of magic and grit . . . truly remarkable. Tash Aw, author of We, the Survivors
A worthy heir to Maxine Hong Kingston, Lois-Ann Yamanaka, and Jamaica Kincaid, K-Ming Chang is a woman warrior for the twenty-first century part oracle, part witness, all heart. Jennifer Tseng, author of Mayumi and the Sea of Happiness
An unflinching examination of unbreakable ties. You may want to look away, but K-Ming Chang won t let you. Thea Lim, author of An Ocean of Minutes
This searing, lush novel can t be justly summarized you must read it yourself, for K-Ming Chang is a fearless, singular talent. Shawna Yang Ryan, author of Green Island
Fierce and funny, full of magic and grit . . . truly remarkable. Tash Aw, author of We, the Survivors
A worthy heir to Maxine Hong Kingston, Lois-Ann Yamanaka, and Jamaica Kincaid, K-Ming Chang is a woman warrior for the twenty-first century part oracle, part witness, all heart. Jennifer Tseng, author of Mayumi and the Sea of Happiness
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