Listen to th Sqawking Chicken

This excerpt is from an advance uncorrected proof.
Copyright © 2014 by Elaine Lui

INTRODUCTION

"You look like dried monkey flakes."

That's what my ma, the Chinese Squawking Chicken, tells me when she thinks I look like shit on television. Monkeys are skinny. A poorly moisturized monkey is not only skinny but brittle. No one wants to look like dried monkey flakes. Most people think I'm exaggerating at first when I talk about the Squawking Chicken. But once they actually do spend some time with her, they understand. They get it. Right away. She's Chinese, she squawks like a chicken, she is totally nuts, and I am totally dependent on her. If she says I look like dried monkey flakes, even if everyone else thinks I'm camera-ready, I believe that I look like dried monkey flakes.

This is how it's been for me my whole life: every thought has been shaped by the Squawking Chicken; every opinion I have is informed by the Squawking Chicken; everything I do is in consultation withthe Squawking Chicken. I navigate my life according to the subliminal map she's purposefully programmed into my head so that I can't tell the difference anymore whether it's my own choice, or her choice. And that was probably her objective all along.

The Squawking Chicken has engineered my entire life, completely intentionally. She has always known who I was meant to be; I am who she's always wanted me to be. And she has spent my entire life pushing me in that direction, taking credit for it along the way. If I am happy and successful it's because she guided me there. If I am unhappy and unable to meet challenges, it's because I didn't listen. Teng means "to listen" or "to hear" in Chinese. The expression for "obedience" in Chinese combines teng with the word for "speak," which is wah . Teng wah literally means "listen to what I say." I have been listening to the Squawking Chicken for forty years.

Is it self-fulfilling prophecy that I did indeed fail, and sometimes