Category: Asia Fiction

 A popular Singapore writer makes her American debut with a maudlin take on doomed love between master and slave. It’s a supposedly shocking story–with its revelation that slavery was still practiced in 1950s Singapore–but, in fact, the shock is muted in a tale that has little modern resonance: Except for brief mentions of automobiles, the setting could be any time in Chinese history. The lack of concrete detail, the character’s cozy chats with gods, and the prophetic dreams punctuating the narrative also make it seem more a sentimental melodrama than a searing indictment of hidden viciousness. When Han turns four, her hard- pressed pregnant mother sells her to the rich House of Wu. Han is to be a bondmaid, one of the enslaved women who clean and who must endure the lascivious attentions of visiting priests as well as male family members. Little Han is so upset by the sale that she becomes extremely ill, or, as the household sees it, possessed by demons that have to exorcised. When she recovers, she attaches herself to young Master Wu, the six-year-old grandson of the Matriarch and Patriarch. The children become friends and secret playmates. Meanwhile, the older bondmaids, jealous of Han’s emerging beauty and spirit, plot her downfall. Finally, young Wu goes away to school, coming back only to marry the daughter of the House of Chang. Han, though, has never forgotten him. Eventually, the two become lovers, but when they’re discovered, Han, now pregnant, is forced to leave. She gives birth to a son, who’s taken from her and replaced with the baby girl Wu’s wife has just borne. As storm clouds gather, Wu embraces the dying Han; following her death, the narrative suggests, she becomes a goddess, one who “always saw and heard with compassion”

( Courtesy of Kirkus Reviews,   343 pages )

One morning in Singapore more than 50 years ago, a wealthy, respected, handsome Chinese patriarch, head of a large household of three wives and many children and grandchildren, takes a walk by a cemetery. There, a young village egg-seller, Silver Frond, is amusing herself with a comic song-and-dance act based on popular gossip—about him. The meeting instantly changes their lives. With characteristic verve and wit, Catherine Lim traces the struggles of an unusual couple through the jungle of human quandaries and predicaments created by the force of tradition, and celebrates the ultimate triumph of an even more extraordinary force—love.

( paraphrased  from the sleeve by GoodReads,  392 pages )

On the day after the Tiananmen Square massacre of 1989, Jian Wan, the narrator of Ha Jin’s powerful new novel, comes upon two weeping students. “I’m going to write a novel to fix all the fascists on the page,” says one of them. The other responds, “yes… we must nail them to the pillory of history.” Ha’s novel is written in the conviction that writers don’t nail anyone to anything: at best, they escape nailing themselves. Jian is a graduate student in literature at provincial Shanning University. In the spring of 1989, his adviser, Professor Yang, suffers a stroke, and Jian listens as the bedridden Yang raves about his past. Yang’s bitterness about his life under the yoke of the Communist Party infects Jian, who decides to withdraw from school. His fiancée—Professor Yang’s daughter, Meimei—breaks off their engagement in disgust, but Jian is heartened by a trip into the countryside, after which he decides that he will devote himself to helping the province’s impoverished peasants. His plan is to become a provincial official, but the Machiavellian maneuverings of the Party secretary of the literature department—a sort of petty Madame Mao—cheat him of this dream, sending him off on a hapless trip to Beijing and Tiananmen Square. Despite this final quixotic adventure, Ha’s story is permeated by a grief that won’t be eased or transmuted by heroic images of resistance. Jian settles for shrewd, small rebellions, to prevent himself from becoming “just a piece of meat on a chopping board.” Like Gao Xingjian, Ha continues to refine his understanding of politics as an unmitigated curse.

( Courtesy of Publishers Weekly Hardcover, 323 pages )