I read this book a decade or so before, when I met the author at some conference or literary festival or other and we bonded over growing up immigrant's children in the outer New York City boroughs. I recently found the book again and began with the stories, liking them all over again, especially the most memorable, final one,"Pippa's Story." This time however, I also got into the title "novella." I'm using quotes around that, because by length it is a novella, but it is as deep, and full, and rich as books four times it's length: a marvelous saga, yes saga, about one family of father, mother and two girl children in the U.S. and what the father's dream becomes --sheer hunger--played out over two generations and all but destroying them all. Artists of all sorts must recognize this hunger for what it is, and the dirty little secret of every writer, painter, musician, sculptor, crafts-person, et al, is how powerfully this non-thing controls our lives, making decisions for us, moving us across the globe, and often manipulating our lives. Usually those around us have no idea what it is that makes us act so strangely. Chang "gets" it --and illustrates it's seductions and its sacrifices beautifully and sadly. Brilliantly. A month or so ago I was reading a collection of 20th Century Chinese stories from 1922 to 1948, in a Foreign Languages Press edition not listed or listable by Goodreads, by authors I'd mostly never heard of -- Wang Tongzhao, Yu Dufu, Ye Shengtao, Shen Congwen, Zu Dishan, Lao She --etc. Lan Samantha Chang's Hunger and stories fulfill that tradition as perfectly as anything I know.