Honestly closer to 2 stars, but I tend to reserve 2 and 1 star ratings for books I actively disliked. This one was just not my cup of tea. It's no wonder that it stayed in my "currently reading" list for two years while I never bothered to get back to the rest of the stories - even though it's a slim volume that should've been easy to finish in a single day.
Out of the 10 short stories in this collection, I only liked one. Kind of. Not for the content but just for the quality of its writing.
Most of the stories focus on family dynamics, often with strained parent-child relationships and the further complication of cultural differences - even within a family - based on whether they'd immigrated or were born in America. There's a fair amount of racism (White to Chinese; Chinese to Black; Chinese-American to Family/Others/Self) and solid explorations of what it really means to have a foot in more than one culture. A lot of that is interesting, and Ma's writing is sharp and ruthlessly honest.
Some of it felt a little clunky to me, with lines like "She tries to stand up to clear the fog descending" or "She used to enter willingly the echo chamber in her brain." But these types of heavily literary but ultimately meaningless lines did mostly get ironed out as the stories went on.
"The Scottish Play" was particularly good. Ma did an incredible job of writing a narrator who came across as a truly awful person: deeply selfish, massively judgmental, and really cruel to another older lady that their families assumed she would get along with, mostly because they were both Chinese. They did band together, briefly, in their dislike for a very racist white lady who was intruding on their Thursday lunches, but for the most part they sniped at each other with constant attempts to brag more effectively about their lives and their families.
I just felt so, so sad about the other lady in this story, whom the narrator treated horribly. So did I like the story itself? No, not at all. I found it upsetting. Which meant the writing was incredibly skilled and effective.
Most of the others didn't quite hit that level for me. A lot of them were pretty frustrating, with characters making bad decisions or being mean to each other just because that's more true to real life, I guess. Two years ago, when I set the book down for a brief pause, I wrote that I might just be getting over literary fiction. And I'm still feeling that way now, at least in relation to these kinds of gritty, infidelity-riddled, deeply unhappy stories. I also don't get the point of the one with the kind of out of nowhere incest.
I did like "Gratitude" quite a lot until the main character pushed her son down the stairs, simply because he was worrying about her. Sorry for trying to care about your aging widowed mother, I guess!! I get that the point of it was that these kinds of familial obligations can be a weight the person doesn't actually want to carry. But it was still a pretty jerk-level move on her part. I felt bad for her son. I guess that's a running theme...writing from the point of view of pretty dislikable people.
Glad I finally finished it, so I can throw it back out into the world for someone else to read instead.