Urban university politics, labor strikes, skateboard tricks, probably-canned broth, and more.
How the steering wheel / points nowhere except towards itself. / And such is the spinning of the mind: / everywhere. When we drove into new / cities it was only a different shape of haze.
‘Bonita, that engineer from Spain who always worked late, must have gone home already. Yong looked down at his ironed shirt and felt disappointed—if he had done the third floor half an hour earlier he might have seen her.’
“When she began crying, I thought about the rainfall in Viet Nam, how she said it was so heavy a person could hide in it.”
The author of The Fortunes talks about immigrant survival, our multiple selves, and who tells and receives the Chinese-American story