"While everyone else was teaching, I went to an unoccupied corner and started going over material I had learned that day. For the first time, I felt as if I might have a chance to actually be good at something. Like Godmother said, nothingness was the beginning of the universe."
Charlie Wong is a twenty-two-year-old young woman who because of her Chinese upbringing is referred to as an "FOB" or "fresh off the boat" even though she's been in America for over ten years. She made the long one-way journey over with her professional ballerina mother, her noodle master father, and her baby sister Lisa. Father wanted to leave communist China for the endless opportunities that America could provide, while mother followed her husband for the sake of love. They ended up in Manhattan's Chinatown where father continued his mastery in noodle-making and mother put her dancing career on the back burner. A few years later mother died unexpectedly of a massive stroke and Charlie started working with her father in the restaurant as a dishwasher. Father is old-fashioned and a believer in the unorthodox traditional Chinese medicine which he views as a way of life. He could never fully understand or make any opinions known to his friends and family about why his beloved wife had died. Without solely bearing the responsibility himself, he has decided to hold the American health care system responsible for the misdiagnosis of his wife's fatal circumstances and will never make that same mistake again. Charlie always wondered what happened to her mom, she believed it had to do with the move to America, but not because of the health care system like her beloved father had believed. Charlie felt that the love of dancing that her mother had throughout her life, had stayed in China while she made the move to America, slowly killing her day after day until she finally succumbed to the disillusionment.
"Godmother said, 'The problem with western medicine is that they look only at the manifestation of the symptoms. For a western doctor, physical pain and emotion are unrelated. They require separate doctors, different treatments. But to the Chinese, physical pain and emotions are two sides of the same coin. You cannot heal the body without healing the soul as well.' "
Eleven years later, Charlie has become the black sheep of the family. Clumsy, frumpy, a sub-par student and overall not the quickest of learners. Charlie has nothing but the best of intentions and means well with everything she does, it just never seems to go her way. Nothing like her handsome and skilled father, she does not have the grace, intelligence, and glamour of her mother except for her feet. It looks like Charlie will be relegated to dishwashing duties in the confines of Chinatown for the rest of her life. At eleven-years-old her precocious sister Lisa has taken on a part-time job in her Uncle Henry's Chinese/Eastern medicine clinic and has recently been asked to apply for entry into a school for the brightest students in the state. Lisa has been blessed with beauty, intelligence, curiousity, ambitions, and a future that knows no bounds.
"To be honest, I didn't mind. I wished not for a new job or place but for a different life altogether, to change not the where but the how of things. Some people dreamed of going someplace else; I dreamed of being someone else. Someone who hadn't always been in the bottom half of her class at school. Someone poised, elegant and beautiful - like Ma had been, like Lisa would be when she grew up."
Dancing, dishwashing, and relentlessly-stubborn xenophobes, this is a book that I generally wouldn't gravitate to, let alone enjoy. I hate dishwashing with a passion, can't stand people banging their head on a door time and time again and insist it doesn't hurt, and I only dance when I stub my toe. However; the first one hundred or so pages of the book were in fact very compelling and had me anxious to when I would be able to pick it back up and continue on. I enjoyed reading about the struggle of being weighed down by your environment, abiding by and fighting gender stereotypes, and the gospel that are found in the traditional/antiquated cultural values. The whole us vs. them, the modern western state of mind vs. the traditional eastern philosophies of medicine, home remedies, and Buddhist principles provided an interesting conversation. It took a little adjustment to get acclimated to the style and narrative but once I did it was full steam ahead. By the middle and towards the end I found the story to become predictable, falling in line with what I was anticipating when I was hoping it would surprise me. It became to syrupy in its romanticism for my liking, representing a true young adult novel and not one trying to transcend to a higher literary claim. I don't mind a sweet story, but not when it comes across as cheesy and reminiscent of a teenage drama. There are also plenty of stereotypes and clichés in this book which didn't upset me at all, but I am sure some people may be put off by it. Overall this was a good, worthwhile experience that had the potential to be great, but it failed to realize my hopeful expectations.
"Lisa's cheeks were bright pink. 'That the jar isn't a collection of coins for a couple of tickets but rather a measure of our love for each other and our hopes for the future. That with every cent Charlie drops into that jar, she shows me her belief in our ability to change our lives.' "