Novel about a Chinese-American man who goes to Taiwan to inter
his mother’s ashes and gets involved with local human traffickers. I found the character
of Emerson, the protagonist, very dislikable. Not sure if that is intentional, or
just a mistake by the author. There is nothing masculine about him, and the one
sexual encounter is embarrassingly unconvincing. Also, what progress he makes toward
freedom from his past and awakening turns back on itself at the end. Lin’s prose
is beautiful, but the preponderance of emotional nuance is completely out of place
against the narrative action. Didn’t like it, too bad.
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