This autobiographical novel is set in Albert Lea, Minnesota in the early 1950s and narrated by 17-year-old Ching Wing (also called “Ellenah,” what I assume is Eleanor in a Minnesotan accent). Ching’s parents own the Canton, the only Chinese restaurant in town. Ching helps out there but doesn’t want it to be her life; she longs to escape by going to university, if her father can afford it. He won’t be able to if the restaurant loses its lease. Eager to explore her sexuality, Ching decides that another way out of her small town is by seducing Bingo Tang, son of the powerful president of a local tong, who is spending the summer with them.
Ching is a great character! She’s spunky and honest, not the meek Asian flower I was expecting/dreading. Her story hits home: torn between two cultures, she becomes intensely jealous of a girl who represents everything she is not. Wong Telemaque also tackles the reality of racial discrimination and, more interesting to me, the tensions between different Chinese - rich and poor, immigrants and those American-born, even Nationalists and Communists.
I’m glad the object of Ching’s affection is Asian, and I say that even though I out-married. The emasculation of Asian men in Western media is real, related to the hypersexualization of Asian women and the white savior narrative (usually a white male who rescues the non-white female from the excesses of her culture). These tropes are nonexistent here. Bingo is a desirable, complex person. Ching’s father, though flawed, is generous and loving, not the cold, overbearing patriarch common in depictions of Asian dads. I know men like that exist but it’s not what I experienced growing up.
I wasn’t a fan of the abrupt ending. It’s very much a slice of life novel about one girl’s summer and doesn’t have much of a plot. Still, it’s a fascinating early Chinese American novel that shouldn’t be lost to history.