For all of those who love Amy Tan and Lisa See and are looking for another Chinese-American reading experience, here’s Aimee E. Liu. She’s a journalist whose earlier books dealt with eating disorders, including her own battle with anorexia, and this book also is from the personal because it’s based on how her grandparents met and their experience with prejudice against Chinese in the earliest part of the 20th century, resentment of Europeans in China and societal scorn of mixed-race marriages and children. All this is set against the turmoil of China’s revolution 1900-1942 as the Manchu dynasty was overthrown, only to be replaced by chaos as warring factions sought control.
Hope Newfield is a tutor of English to Asian students attending Berkeley in 1906. Her mother is dead and her father is continually (and unsuccessfully) seeking his fortune in mining ventures. The head of the department is a “good catch” who’s already counting on Hope as his future wife, but Hope doesn’t see it that way. One day, she receives a Chinese student who’s unlike the other Chinese she’s had; for one thing, he’s cut off his queue (braid), something punishable by death under Manchurian rule – but he cut it off as a symbol that he is already committed to the fight to overthrow the Manchus. Early on, he asks Hope to give him an anglicized name and she renames him Paul. It’s obvious where all this is headed as there’s an immediate attraction between the two which society won’t let them acknowledge and in the wake of the 1906 San Francisco earthquake, all the pieces fall into place and the relationship makes them outcasts to almost everyone. “Miscegenation” is illegal in California so they go to Wyoming to tie the knot, along with two other couples. They soon have a daughter but Paul is drawn back to China in order to take up the fight for the China of his dreams, under Sun Yat-sen, and Hope follows.
If all of this seems rather predictable, it is, but what follows is less so. Despite adapting Western dress and adapting some Western customs, in China Paul is stoically Chinese. There are a lot of secrets and Paul’s answer to Hope on most occasions when she questions him is either “You don’t understand” or “There’s nothing to be done.” It also becomes increasingly clear that Paul’s passion is the revolution, not the family, and Hope’s role is to be a good wife and mother; Paul loves her but neither the family nor her can stand in the way of his work. He spends almost all of his time negotiating between rival factions while Sun is out fundraising and compromising on key points. We, the readers, aren’t any clearer than Hope about WHERE all this is going but we can see HOW it’s going and that’s not well at all. Historical figures enter into this maelstrom at various points, such as Borodin and Chiang Kai-shek, while Hope and the family are tossed like ping-pong balls from place to place as Paul relocates them, either to be close to him or to be safe from danger.
I began to be bored by all this incessant disorder but I began to realize that it’s Hope’s story as she faces one calamity after another, trying to keep her family and marriage together, resisting temptations to abandon Paul and escape with her children, as most of the other Americans do. Really, it’s the story of her resilience as she slowly comes to realize that it will never be all right; Paul’s first love is the fight and no matter how long they stay in China, even if her children are born there, they will never be accepted as anything but “mongrels.” (The scorn heaped on the children reminded me of the children left behind by American soldiers in Vietnam; they are eternally “other” with most having little or no hope of finding their fathers.) In the end, Hope won me over and earned this book its stars.