I haven’t tried to share books I’ve liked with my mom, even though she has been a big source of inspiration for me as a wannabe writer and I first read Asian American writers like Amy Tan because she checked those books out of the library. Even though I’m a book person, I’m reluctant to give books as gifts unless the person has specifically requested a title, or seemed interested in the title or author before. It’s a bummer to discover that a gift you gave is a dud, and even more disappointing when the gift is something in which you supposedly “specialize.”
As one of my Christmas gifts this year, I decided to try a book, Ha Jin’s short story collection, A Good Fall, which came out in late November. I felt a little more confident about this because a) she read Ha Jin’s 1999 novel (and National Book Award winner) Waiting, b) Asian American writers seem to appeal to her (as seen in her Amy Tan phase and her interest in Waiting) and c) the short stories all revolve around the Chinatown section of our town, Flushing, Queens. The book’s format as a dozen short stories as opposed to one continuous novel would fit in better, I reckoned, with my mom’s busy work life.
Half an hour after we opened the gifts Christmas morning, my mom began reading. Confession: I read the very same copy that was in her hands only a few days earlier, before wrapping it, careful not to crease the pages or crack the spine too much. Whenever I walked past her in the process of putting presents away, she looked up from her book, reading glasses perched on her nose and a magnifying glass in her hand. (She does this because she doesn’t want to get a stronger prescription for her glasses).
“Did Ha Jin ever live in Flushing?”
(No, he did not–an article I read answered that question, which I had also wondered).
“I never knew there were bathhouses in Flushing.”
“I’m on [short story title].”
“Don’t you feel all his stories are a little sad?” she asked, when both my brother and I were within earshot.
“What’s wrong with that? Does everything have to be happy?” my brother answered.
“Well, I like happy stories,” my mother countered. “But I guess this is how he sees things. All the people are very lonely. The life of the immigrant, right?”
I didn’t say anything during this exchange, but was amused, as one of my classes this past semester discussed happy versus sad short stories and wondered why there were so many more of the latter. My mom and brother could hold their own in a MFA class!
While I do agree with my mom on her claim that there’s loneliness in each story, we do differ. My favorite story in the collection is “A Composer and His Parakeets” because I find it tender and rather charming–but my mom thought it “was a little boring.” We both liked the first story in the collection, “The Bane of the Internet,” though the only thing she could say about it was that “it was short.” I liked the blunt narrative voice. While I think that Jin veers towards caricatures with some of the female characters, especially the nagging Chinese mother of “In the Crossfire,” my mom would argue that those characters are true-to-life. I’m surprised she isn’t more bothered by the various female characters who are portrayed as distant/not terribly supportive wives and mothers with questionable parenting skills. Female protagonists fare better than secondary female characters, but overall Jin creates more nuanced male characters, even when they’re not the focus of the story. One would expect the cuckolded husband in “Temporary Love” to fly into a jealous rage when he discovers his wife’s affair. Instead, he remains levelheaded but doesn’t forgive, manipulating his wife to financially support him through business school.
A Good Fall strikes me as well-balanced in other ways, however. Both “Children as Enemies” and “In the Crossfire” focus on generational conflicts; the former takes on an elder’s point of view, while the latter is told from a younger person’s perspective. “Shame” and “An English Professor” both deal with Chinese professors of English (that is, professors who teach English literature and are of Chinese heritage); a former student of the professor tells the story in “Shame,” while the narrator-protagonist of “An English Professor” is a professor (though not the same professor as in the preceding story). A lot of literature that revolves around Asian immigrants and Asian Americans deals with economic hardship–while this is true of many individuals, this isn’t always the case (would Asian Americans be dubbed the “model minority”?). Many of the characters in A Good Fall are financially struggling, but Jin also represents characters who have been settled in the United States longer, and who are moderately successful, such as the protagonist of “The Beauty,” who is a real estate agent.
As an English grad student, I couldn’t help but feel for the main character of “Choice,” a history grad student who is also confronted with turmoil over being Asian American and not studying something more practical. (I don’t think I need to give examples. You know the stereotypes). Like me, the character tutors to support himself–though I wish the story didn’t devolve into a love triangle. My mom related to the professor in “An English Professor” and how he gets hung up over a typo (“respectly” instead of “respectfully”) and worries it will ruin him professionally.
“And it has a happy ending,” my mom said, further justifying her fondness for the story.
Okay, so maybe she wouldn’t be the most helpful person in workshop. Pharmacists earn a ton more money, anyway.
(Imagine: a writing workshop in which each MFA brought his or her mother. If it was nonfiction writing, I can hear mothers saying, “That is not true. Things did not happen like that” or “That happened? Why didn’t I know about that?” For fiction, I suppose mothers might wonder how biographical their children’s stories were, or ask themselves how their sweet little children grew up to write such bizarre, lurid tales).
As I write this, my mom is about two-thirds into the book. I’m not sure if she’ll finish the book before I leave New York on Wednesday, but I did let her know that the final story of the collection, which is also called “A Good Fall,” does end on an optimistic note. I don’t think we’ll be starting a mother-daughter book club soon (I doubt she’ll want to read Moby Dick when I tackle it for my lit class this upcoming term), but sharing opinions about A Good Fall has been fun.