Although the collection is hard to describe, because the stories are very different and some are more political/social than others, I would say they’re all basically in some way about language and cultural continuity versus trauma and erotic or family life in Chinese culture.

A little stilted, I know. Like: 🙀

But there’s a whole range of meanings. It’s very different from the other Chinese-American chick I read, who was basically trying to forget that she was a yellow-face so she could Americanize and date Harry Styles, the most American boy that there is, right. Chunnie (Hey, I call Jung, Carly) really looks at the issue of language and culture and how peoples pain plays out in her particular national community and its own experience of racism, loss, and other things.

But one of those other things is definitely sex and family life. At first I wasn’t sure what to say about it at all, because despite reading some poetry and some romances, I’m still kinda the guy who disappears beyond some volume of the Asian mystics, and doesn’t want to get married—you know, hurt somebody, turn your life into a wreck, that sort of thing. Or, as (Improbable Name Man) said, (I don’t know, “The lunatic is on the grass”, probably).

And this is not that. It would probably take someone with more experience of sex and relationships to really have a comparable (got to keep the loonies on the path, LOL) moment, but, I don’t know.

I know what it isn’t.

…. My pattern isn’t really to act out, even though I find things funny, you know. I haven’t had a problem yet—“I’m good at selling people things they don’t need!” “That just makes it worse—you can see that, right?” (The Good Place)—when I have to politely suggest to people that they get in debt for my fav corporation, (bossman’s lol), now I can’t help but be reminded of the girl who got hijacked by the subconscious and accidentally wrote, “May Chairman Mao live zero years” instead of “May Chairman Mao live ten thousand years.”….. lol, whatever. At least they can’t beat me or starve my imaginary children. (My imaginary children eat very well. And they live inside my mind.) hashtag getting a different job lol….

But I also don’t believe in thrashing, which is half of what these people sit around worrying about, you know.

Well told stories, but not happy ones. The sadness and fear and desperation in these Chinese women’s lives is hard to read about. Except in the last story men are at best ciphers, many are thoughtlessly or knowingly awful. ( )

Hao is an interesting short story collection by Chinese American writer Ye Chun. Her background in poetry is front and center in many of the stories as many of them focus more on imagery and language than story. The themes of all the stories —modern and historical —revolve around motherhood, sexism, trauma, and language. ( )

A wonderful book of short stories that all share similar themes - mothering, marriage, sexism and racism. I cannot exactly say I "enjoyed" the stories, but they certainly opened up worlds I'm not familiar with in my own life. All of the women in the stories are struggling and the existential challenges can seem a bit overwhelming at times, but we are often given a glimpse of a new language that makes it all more understandable to the outsider. Definitely literature of involvement versus one of entertainment. This was an advance reader copy given to me my local bookstore (Bookworks in Albuquerque, NM). Thanks Bookworks! ( )