Praise for My Year Abroad:
“A wild tale that moves coolly between satire and thriller . . . . Lee tells a story of what it means to be plucked from darkness into the light of recognition, and in doing so, explores the fundamental human desires to be seen and to love.” ―The Washington Post
“A wild-ride picaresque, wisecracking, funny, ambitious, full of sex and danger.” ―The New York Times Book Review
“Exuberant . . . Lee's writing style, as usual, is alive with wit and satiric social commentary… boisterous and fun.” ―NPR, Fresh Air
“My Year Abroad is an extraordinary book, acrobatic on the level of the sentence, symphonic across its many movements―and this is a book that moves. . . . My Year Abroad is a wild ride―a caper, a romance, a bildungsroman, and something of a satire of how to get filthy rich in rising Asia.” ―Vogue.com
“A moving saga about family and loss, embedded in what reads like a romp. Ultimately, Lee has succeeded in creating that rare type of novel, one which is both sneakily profound and a blast to read.” ―San Francisco Chronicle
“Dickens meets globalism in this new work from one of our most celebrated writers.” ―OprahDaily.com
“Chang-rae Lee’s new global adventure is his most essentially American novel. . . . Long preoccupied with the ways identity holds people back, Lee now seems to want to write about how those things open us up, for good or ill.” ―Los Angeles Times
“Chang-rae Lee's propulsive dark comedy re-creates a Dantean descent into a globalism teetering on disaster. . . . a pulse-raising page-turner, with dazzling moments and a Saunders-esque riot of marketing gimmicks and junk food.” ―Star Tribune
“Reading My Year Abroad feels like watching a master juggler at work; Lee, the author of five other novels, highlights his accomplished literary skills within this kaleidoscopic, dynamic narrative.” ―Electric Literature
“A syncopated surprise, with an ending that will be sure to leave you texting all your friends.” ―NYMag.com/Vulture
“Chang-rae Lee’s latest novel is about much more than a wild adventure abroad. . . . It’s an energetic but tender exploration of cultural immersion, ambition and pleasure that takes many unexpected turns.” ―Time.com
“Equal parts insightful, suspenseful and darkly funny.” ―PureWow
“Tinged with dark humor and rich with commentary.” ―Fortune.com
“A riotously funny, bizarre, brilliant novel.” ―Medium
“Chang-rae Lee's electric new novel has the kind of kinetic energy that makes reading it feel like a full body experience, leaving you wondering and in awe of where exactly it will take you next. . . . a virtuosic, wildly original book―one that cements Lee's status as one of the most exciting writers working today.” ―Refinery29
“By turns dark, humorous and almost sneakily insightful.” ―GoodHousekeeping.com
“My Year Abroad is a strange and stirring amalgam: a tender novel about business, ambition, and appetite. With great generosity, and in a searching, democratic spirit, Chang-rae Le...e describes the enticements, mirages, pleasures and catastrophes that attend not only the pursuit of wealth but the pursuit of happiness in all its forms, romantic, domestic, and, yes, gustatory. In Pong Lou, he has given American literature a character who deserves his place among other tragic dreamers, from Gatsby to J.R.” ―Jeffrey Eugenides, Pulitzer Prize？winning author of Middlesex
"For a quarter century now, from book to book, [Chang-rae Lee] has explored the ever-urgent themes of alienation, assimilation, and identity with unmatched assurance and acuity. He has redefined not only what it means to be American, but the fabric of the Great American Novel itself." ―Jhumpa Lahiri, Pulitzer Prize？winning author of Interpreter of Maladies
“My Year Abroad is a novel of astonishing wit and wisdom and scope, a globe-spanning story about those powerful first youthful encounters with love and evil and heartbreak and beauty. It’s also, by the way, enormously fun to read. Chang-rae Lee is, clearly, a master.” ―Nathan Hill, The New York Times？bestselling author of The Nix
“[A] wildly inventive comic novel . . . Chang-rae Lee has written a surprising, spirited, keenly observed novel, full of the crazy and the profound.” ―BookPage, (starred review)
“Lee is supreme, and this high-velocity, shocking, and wise novel, avidly promoted, is emitting an irresistible magnetic force.” ―Booklist, (starred review)
“Lee is masterful from passage to passage. . . . A sage study in how readily we’re undone by our appetites." ―Kirkus Reviews
"This literary whirlwind has Lee running on all cylinders." ―Publishers Weekly, (starred review)
1.
I won't say where I am in this greatish country of ours, as that could be dicey for Val and her XL little boy, Victor Jr., but it's a place like most others, nothing too awful or uncomfortable, with no enduring vistas or distinctive traditions to admire, no funny accents or habits of the locals to wonder at or find repellent. Call it whatever you like, but I'll refer to it as Stagno, for while it's definitely landlocked here, several bodies of murky water dot the area. There's a way that the days here curdle like the gunge that collects on the surface of a simmering broth, gunge you must constantly gunge away.
Still, Stagno serves its purpose. It's so ordinary that no one too special would ever choose to live here, though well populated enough that Val and Victor Jr. and I don't stand out. And we ought to stand out. For it would be natural to ask what a college-age kid was doing shacked up with a thirtysomething mom and her eight-year-old son, and why neither of us worked a job, or why the boy didn't go off to school. Do we ever leave the house? For a brief period, we did, but not much anymore. We stream movies and shows. Val is ordering everything online again, including groceries, the only item she regularly ventures out for being a grease-soaked foot-long hoagie named the Widowmaker that is the carrot for Victor Jr. when he reaches his daily tolerance for our homeschooling. There is no stick. Val handles social studies and arts and I cover math and science, but all in all we get a C+ for conception, execution, and effort, which Victor Jr. is well aware of and is undoubtedly banking on using against his mother someday. He's an exceedingly smart, cute kid, if notably hirsute, something genetically cross-wired for sure because a kid his age shouldn't have arm and leg and back hair and definitely not the downy mustache, the nap of which the boy caresses whenever he's noodling his human child's plight.
In the future Victor Jr. may strategically deploy my name, but we still can't predict the full extent of my presence in his life. What we know is this: Val and I have a good thing going. We try to see our roles as limited in scope and intensity. We aren't aspiring to all-time greatness, whether in homeschooling or partnering. We aren't each other's stand-ins for the world-as-it-should-be. My stated obligations to Val are to treat Victor Jr. better than the sometimes unruly pupster that he is, and to be, as she says, her reliably uberant fuck buddy (ex- and prot-), and finally to pick up around this cramped exurban house so it doesn't get too skanky. In return, I have her excellent company and a place to stash myself for however long we mutually wish. I require nothing of her at all, except that she not ask after my family, or what I was doing before I met her several months ago, or why my only possessions were the very clothes I was wearing, a very small Japanese-made folding knife, and a dark brushed-metal ATM card that until recently m...agically summoned cash every time I used it.
I know something about Val because she basically told me her recent life story right after we first met in a food court of the Hong Kong International Airport. She was ahead of me in line with Victor Jr., who was as usual gaming on his handheld, and found that her credit cards weren't working and had no cash. When the boy heard this he immediately started wailing about the depth of his hunger, which I have come to know as bottomless. My impulse was to jam a duty-free baton of Toblerone between his oddly super-tiny teeth. But Val, even with her laughing, narrow eyes, the kind certain Asian girls can have, with that wonderful hint of an upward lilt and dark sparkle when they gaze at you that says in a most generous way, Really?, looked like she wanted to don a crown of thorns and climb atop a Viking pyre, so without a beat I paid for their food and was heading off with my own steamer basket of xiaolongbao when she asked if she could meet my parents to say what a gallant young man I was. She actually used the word gallant. When I told her I was solo she hooked my elbow and plunked us down at a table. While her son destroyed his mound of hot and dry Wuhan noodles, Val began telling me she was kind of solo, too, not counting Victor Jr., and then casually mentioned how her husband Victor Sr. was disappeared and probably dead. Maybe because I was freshly adrift myself, smashed to raw bits by circumstances too peculiar to recount, I matched her nonchalance and asked if he was in a kinder place. Something fell away from her wide, sweet face and she proceeded to tell me how some months earlier she had detailed for federal agents every last facet of her husband's dealings with a gang of New Jersey-based Tashkentians that involved Mongolian mineral rights, faux sturgeon eggs, and very real shoulder-mounted rocket launchers, which were supposedly part of an ISIS-offshoot-offshoot's plan to enrich themselves and arm potential client cells in Western Europe. All this was substantial enough to predicate Victor Sr. 's sudden absence from this life and worth a witness protection setup for Val when they got back to the States, a good deal considering she was the legal co-owner of her husband's trading business and faced money laundering and tax evasion charges plus the prospect of having to give up her dear little Victor to foster care.
She said she was certain she could trust me with her story, and that I had an "open and welcoming face," which I must admit that I do. People trust me when they ought not to trust me, which these days is more often than they imagine. She talked about her and Victor Jr. 's visit with a relative in Kowloon, and I gave the much-expurgated tourist version of my own visits to Macau and Shenzhen, and how we were both heading back to the drab life of the US Eastern Seaboard. I told her I was from New Jersey myself, a few counties south of where she and her husband used to live. She asked for my email-I didn't have a phone anymore-and said she would connect with me in a couple weeks, when things got more settled. She didn't ask what I was doing out in this part of the world, which is just like Val. Since then she's asked, received my basic answer, and not mentioned it again. This is one of the many reasons I have quickly grown to cherish her. Val encounters life and persons as they come to her, this total acceptance of the fact that you're here, that you belong to the space you're taking up, that it's all and only yours. A rare thing, IMHO. If you think about it, most persons, including many of those who say they love you, can't help but question your particular coordinates in whatever you're doing or thinking or hoping for, then want to realign you to function more smoothly in their eyes and thereby calm their fretful souls.
Val's soul seems to me a crock of honey set on a warming plate, its flows exchanging imperceptibly from top to bottom so that there's hardly any gradient within, one example being that even when Victor Jr. is at his petulant, grating worst Val will bat her eyelashes twice, very slowly, while expelling the lightest of sighs, and then try to reason with the beast. Normally if her attempts with Victor Jr. fail she flags me, and I automatically fix us a snack. A couple Shin Blacks for us ravenous boys, grilled salami-and-cheeses. I watch him eat in his dainty Victor Jr. way, his thumbs and index fingers pincering the food, the other digits splayed out, and then wink if he's especially pleased. His micro-teeth furiously snip and grind and pulverize. Even if he was my own issue I couldn't deny that he might very well end up a charming and effective sociopath, one immensely successful, snarfing my offerings with warbles in his throat while picturing his foes and beloved alike in hot fat, deep-frying like chicken wings.
But at some point we're all extra hungry, aren't we, if not necessarily for grub? And if not it's probably be
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1965년 서울에서 태어나 세 살 때 가족이 미국으로 이민. 예일대 영문과와 오리건대 대학원을 졸업하고, 한 때는 월가의 주식분석가로 일하기도 했다. 1995년 첫 소설 『영원한 이방인 Native Speaker』을 발간, 전 미국 언론의 화려한 찬사를 받으며 헤밍웨이 재단/PEN 도서상, 콜럼버스 이전 재단의 미국 도서상, 오리건 도서상, 반즈 앤드 노블의 위대한 새로운 작가 발견상, QPB의 새로운 목소리상 등 미 문단의 주요 6개 상을 수상했다. 1999년에는 두 번째 작품 『제스처 라이프 A Gesture Life』를 발간, 역시 전편을 능가한다는 찬사를 받으며 아니스필드-볼프 도서상과 구스타부스 마이어즈 도서상, 소설 부문 NAIBA 도서상, 아시아계 미국인 문학상을 수상했다. 1999년 뉴요커지는 그를 ‘40세 미만의 대표적인 미국 작가 20인’ 중 한 명으로 선정했다. 2004년 출간된 세 번째 작품 『가족 Aloft』은 타임지 선정 ‘당신이 놓쳤을 수도 있는 훌륭한 책 6권’ 중 하나에 뽑혔다. 타임지는 ‘교양인이 읽어야 할 필독서’라 극찬하며 일독을 권했다. 1998년 미국 뉴욕시립대 헌터칼리지 창작과장 학과장을 지냈고, 2002년부터 프린스턴 대학 인문학 및 창작과정 교수로 재직중이다
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