One of the hottest summer reads presents the worst of Asian culture, but it’s also refreshing to read about more than kung fuWhen I was growing up, there were only a handful of stock media representations of Asians, my ethnic group. The Pearl Cream commercial lady. Mr Miyagi from The Karate Kid offering up laconic “Confucius say” platitudes, which read like slips from fortune cookies. Bruce Lee – who admittedly had schoolyard cache – until he was bested by Long Duk Dong, the Fresh Off the Boater from Sixteen Candles whose one-liners – such as “What’s happenin’, hot stuff?” – have proved more lasting than most Americans’ pension plans. Needless to say: it was slim pickings for Mongoloids everywhere.But with Kevin Kwan’s debut novel Crazy Rich Asians, we’ve left the familiar waters of kung fu fighting for a whole new wave of stereotypes. Kwan delves into the world of the Singaporean “overseas” Chinese – an elite breed sporting Huntsman blazers and matching Queen’s English accents, who shoot off to island getaways in their private jets. Crazy Rich Asians follows the story of Singapore golden boy Nick, who brings home his naiver than thou “ABC” – American-born Chinese – girlfriend, Rachel, …read more

Via: The Guardian | Books