Monthly Archives: January 2012

So is this about you?

With any novel, a writer must answer the question of how true it is: if the characters are based on real people and whether the plots are inspired by actual events. Especially if said novel has a main character who appears eerily similar in age, gender and circumstances to the author. So I imagine I will get asked if this novel is based on my real family and actual events. And I will say no because that is the truth. This novel is fiction.

But look at the family tree, imaginary reader will say! You have a dad, a mom, a brother, and tons of aunts and uncles and cousins on both sides living in America and France. True, I will reply. But that is also the case for many Vietnamese immigrants. And that was why I was drawn to writing a Vietnamese family saga, because of the size of the extended cast of characters, and the opportunity to create and develop rich, complex, overlapping stories for every one of them.

I was also asked this question for my first book, though it comprised of characters related to Operation Babylift, and I pointed out back then as well, that I felt much more comfortable creating my own characters because they had to have the freedom to commit sins and mistakes without the burden of real-life counterparts shadowing me. The same goes for this novel. I knew of the betrayals and choices these characters would have to make, and to do that, I had to fully imagine their histories and motivations as wholly their own.

For me, as a fiction writer, I have a lot more fun making things up. It satisfies my need for control, something I have precious little of in my real life. Tweaking a character’s backstory for the sake of the plot, changing a setting because it is not working, or determining who will get the girl in the end are just a few of the godly powers I lord over my characters. And even better than that? The moment two hundred pages in where I finally connect a character’s secret to another’s, and realizing that had been lurking, developing, since page 67. That doesn’t happen in my nonfiction.

So while these novel’s characters are not my biological family, I still feel they are family, nonetheless. They are my babies. I ache and feel for them as much, perhaps even more, than I do for my real-life relatives, which perhaps sounds strange. But I do know them, much better, much more intimately than anyone else. And I’m okay with this. While I can invade the privacies of my own characters, I am not prepared to infringe on the histories of my real-life extended relatives.

To be honest, the secrets and tragedies that encompass my family history are too hard for me to write. They are stories that don’t belong to me. I do not know them clearly enough, and if my family ever chooses to share them with me, that is their choice, and the stories will stay theirs.

In this way, I’m actually very different from my main character, Cherry, who is hell-bent on learning the truth about her family’s skeletons. I realize that some pain and trauma from the previous generations must stay in the past for a reason. There are certain stories and experiences that should not be passed down and I respect their decision to remain silent about them.

That is not to say these stories do not feel emotionally autobiographical. I don’t think a writer can concoct emotion out of nowhere, even in fiction. So those pangs of bitterness and regret or moments of love and forgiveness within these pages are certainly inspired by my own feelings, or memories of my family’s experiences, but they’ve been gifted to my characters. In this way, my family is an emotional muse to my writing.

So family, feel safe. These are not your stories. You know that. But I hope you’ll read anyway.

The book cover

Book covers are a big deal. It’s one of the most exciting milestones an author experiences after the book is accepted for publication. I remember reading an author’s roundtable and one author, Mark Jude Poirier, described the book cover as an author’s wedding dress: you want it to make you look prettier and better than you are in real life. And I thought, Exactly.

When my first book, We Should Never Meet, was still in pre-production, my editor asked me at the time to send my ideas in for the cover now, while they were still generating the concept. But with little experience–and zero design aesthetic–I hadn’t a clue what to say. I very much regret not giving any kind of inspiration or direction, because when the first draft came, it wasn’t what I imagined at all. After some negotiation with my agent and a few changes, I felt more at peace with their final version. But I never loved it. Eight years later, I look at the cover with much more perspective. Both the hardback and paperback covers accurately reflect the gritty, blunt stories inside. But as an author, one’s vanity always gets in the way. I wanted to be pretty too.

With the second book, my feelings for the cover are completely different. It was immediate love. When my editor first sent it to me, I couldn’t stop staring at it on my computer, the intricate detailing and lush colors, the romantic pictures of Cherry, France and Vietnam. I wanted to call the designer and thank him or her for honoring my book with such a gorgeous composite image. There was some back and forth on the original model for “Cherry” at the top: the first model was beautiful–actually too beautiful for our bumbling, naive protagonist. The agent and editor also debated how much of Cherry’s face we should see: the back of the head had been done so much in recent book covers, but did we really want to see her full-on face? The final model is appropriately Cherry–sweet, but not a temptress. She actually reminds me of a friend of mine from graduate school, who is now a published, esteemed author herself.

What have I learned with these two covers? Even though my feelings for both were so different, I also understand why these design choices were made–even if I didn’t like some of them. I feel fortunate that with this book, which I’ve spent so many years on, has a cover that I’m excited to show to my friends, family and colleagues.

Danny Chen and Asian American bullying

My oped on Danny Chen and Asian American bullying appeared last week in USA Today. As with most of my opeds for USA Today, they are usually edited down because I still tend to write long. So a 900 word oped will get squeezed down to 300 words, and these long ruminations you’ve had are suddenly condensed into bite-sized facts. But this issue is still on my mind, especially since it has the potential to just get swept aside due to so many historical and cultural predispositions.

Here is what got snipped from the original article, and additional thoughts:

  • While Chen’s final hours is clearly a harrowing account of a potential hate crime, Asian American bullying often starts smaller, yet can feel just as insidious. From schoolyard tauntings of Muslim-American children to cyber bullying on social networking sites, these deceptively milder forms of harassment can lead to potentially larger acts of abuse.
  • Chen’s painful descriptions of his comrades’ insensitive teasing is an experience that many Asian American youths have shared, due to centuries-old stereotypes that depict Asian faces as forever foreign, submissive, or suspicious.
  • Bullying can have traumatic results, from mental and physical health issues to drug and alcohol abuse and suicide. Last year, a rash of suicides resulting from anti-gay and anti-lesbian bullying made national headlines, and inspired outreach support such as the It Gets Better Project Youtube videos.
  • But Asian American bullying can be more subtle and thus, overlooked. From ignorant questions such as “Where are you really from?” and “Why is your English so good?” to mocking over their true American-ness and loyalty to this country, this type of harassment has the potential to fester into adulthood, where the damage can grow far worse, from the perpetrators, who feel that their behavior and thinking is acceptable, and to the victims, who have grown used to these acts of intolerance and hate.
  • The standby solution of reporting to authorities is clearly not working, since it is sometimes these very teachers who initiate and perpetuate misconceptions of Asian Americans. More needs to be done in order to dispel the centuries-old myths and stereotypes that lie at the root of Asian American bigotry. Educators and schools must take action to better prepare themselves to handle this discrimination with early prevention strategies and workshops to empower Asian American youths.
  • I taught a young adult literature course last fall, and while my students were vehemently against anti-gay bullying, they were surprisingly ambivalent, and even surprised, at the revelation that Asian Americans are the most bullied group. When I pressed them to speculate why,  the stereotypes of Asian Americans as timid, weak, and even physically sexually inferior eventually emerged. Some seemed surprised when these misconceptions were corrected. This happened even with several Asian American males in the room. The students’ varied understandings of Asian American myths and stereotypes became even more obvious during our reading and discussion of Gene Yang’s American Born Chinese.
  • Asian American bullying can attack from within. In recent weeks, youtube videos have revealed Asian Americans violently beating perceived FOBs (fresh of the boats,) revealing the cruel, but very prevalent, trend of Asian-on-Asian violence.
  • It’s astounding to read the comments of the recent Danny Chen stories and realize how pervasive this problem is–and how parents can inadvertently encourage their children to accept this type of treatment as typical in America, due to their own experiences of discrimination. I certainly remember seeing my parents struggle with the condescension or downright offensive treatment while growing up in suburban southern California.
  • You can sign a petition calling for the court martials in Danny Chen’s death.

A new year

2012 promises to be an eventful year, both professionally and personally. My second book, and first novel, The Reeducation of Cherry Truong, at long last will be published this March, 2012 from St. Martin’s Press. Shortly after that, my second baby, and first boy (that’s what they tell us), is scheduled to arrive in April. New book, new baby, lots of changes!

I’m hoping this blog will chronicle and make sense of the inevitable chaos I’m about to enter. Here, you will find the  the latest news, readings, deleted-scenes and behind-the-page insights from the novel and maybe even my first book, We Should Never Meet. You can also see the deleted outtakes of my nonfiction essays,  other writings,  random stories about trying to write/revise/publish while being a wife, mother of almost two, and teacher. You will certainly get to know me better, and I hope to get to know many of you.