Showing posts with label R.F. Kuang. Show all posts
Showing posts with label R.F. Kuang. Show all posts

Friday, February 2, 2024

Book Review: Yellowface by R.F. Kuang

 


Yellowface

by R.F. Kuang

Our thematic book club chose to read books for January with a one-word title. I happened on Yellowface by R. F. Kuang and had really enjoyed her book Babel so I opened up the description. Of course, as a writer myself I am drawn to anything that discusses the publishing world, so I downloaded the audio book from our Hoopla catalog.

I started the book on my ride home and was immediately sucked in. I listened to it every chance I got over the next few days.

June Heyward, is absolutely petty but sadly relatable in her initial jealousy of fellow Yale alum and author Athena Liu. Here is June, with her own first publishing contract from a publisher that paid her ten thousand dollars for her first book then folded, but her agent sells it to another publishing house for $20,000.00. (Sounds good to me!) But she is struggling with a lack of backing by her new publisher, as many authors do. Then her paperback release gets canceled. She finds herself deeply jealous of the meteoric rise to fame of her friend instead of taking it as inspiration and getting on with her next book.

Right off the bat, you get a sense of the narrator’s skewed perspective. She starts out telling us that Athena “has everything.” “Everything” though is apparently just in regard to her novels and publishing, because in the very next paragraph she says that Athena “has almost no friends.”

They aren’t so much friends as acquaintances with a shared interest in writing and publishing.

“…in recent years, I’ve developed another theory, which is that everyone else finds her as unbearable as I do.”

Then why, in the name of all that’s holy, are you spending so much time with her?!

This story can seem rather inevitable after a certain point but there are still a couple surprises and the author even gives us some situations to keep a little sympathy for June. For instance, there are some actions by Athena when they were at Yale that really make the reader wonder why June would even be friends with Athena? But June’s unreliability as a narrator makes that questionable too. You want to trust the narrator to at least tell you the truth, right? And June says other people didn’t like Athena, but then again, that’s what June says and can we trust June at all? (This is a dark and twisty path.)

June doesn’t exactly seem to be trying to ride Athena’s coattails. She never asks Athena to introduce her to her publisher, or editor, or agent. She just hangs out with her, taking advantage of free food and drinks.

When Athena dies horribly, choking on a half-cooked pancake, June does try to help her. Watching Athena die, unable to help her, other than trying to do the Heimlich and calling for help, sounds horrifying and traumatic. But then June steals Athena’s first draft of her latest book. Just slips it in her bag, along with some other docs, and sobs to the emergency workers then walks off with it. It’s wild. We don’t even see it happen, just hear about it afterward. Eventually, June starts editing and adding to Athena’s manuscript.

Okay, at that point, why not take it to Athena’s mother or publisher and say she wanted to finish this as a tribute to Athena? She could at least get credit that way, honestly. Instead, she turns it in as her own work. One of the most heinous things one writer can do to another.

Then there’s the cultural appropriation of using the name Juniper Song to make people wonder what her ancestry is. As I recall, this is the publisher’s idea and June pushes back on it but then gives in and totally rationalizes it. She even gets angry at people later in the book for making that assumption!  

June spends so much of the book justifying and rationalizing her actions that you end up just waiting for her to get her comeuppance.

Is what June achieves with the release of the book “success” or is it the illusion of success? Because it’s not her book. She edited it. She didn’t conceive of the story or write it. But then, did Athena? Or did Athena just transcribe stories of survivors then weave it together into a story that June finished?

In the end, the main actors in the story all seem to operate from a place of deep self-absorption. The blackmailer and the person who bring June down are not doing it out of loyalty to Athena, but because they want money or fame and are angry at June for themselves.

It’s a gripping story that confronts the worst aspects of publishing, including the required self-promotion on social media that feeds self-absorption.

Honestly, it makes you wonder if it’s all worth it or if I should just write the stories I want to write to amuse myself and put them in a drawer, never to see the light of day?

In the end, it’s a great story that keeps you glued to your seat and asks a number of questions but keeps the line moving. The authors way of describing things is detailed and nuanced. I highly recommend and am looking forward to her next book. 


Friday, February 3, 2023

Book Review: Babel: Or the Necessity of Violence: An Arcane History of the Oxford Translators' Revolution by R.F. Kuang

 



Guest review by Tarren Young

Babel: Or the Necessity of Violence:

An Arcane History of the Oxford Translators’ Revolution

by R.F. Kuang

 

Whose job is it to determine who is and who isn’t civilized?

It started with a bestie raving about the reviews. From that alone, I was amped up not with just a monstrous desire, but an unyielding need to read Babel by author R.F. Kuang. This fascinating book delves deep into the underpinnings of academia using an underlying magic, crackling like an unseen electrical current, to discuss colonialism in great detail.

Robin Swift is “saved” by Professor Lovell after his mother dies of cholera in Canton, China. In England, he is raised by Lovell and tutored until he is old enough to attend Oxford, where Lovell works. There, Robin meets his first real friends – Remy, Victoire, and Letty. As they learn the mysterious silver work that underpins the modern conveniences of the world they live in, the gross inequities that their work rests on are revealed and the four must make some hard decisions.

Babel, starting in the mid 1800’s, is at its core a fictional social commentary of the mindsets different classes of people held during that period. A sharp, but often jagged, line that cuts right into humanity itself. One class of people believe this, another believes that. Yet everyone benefits in some form from the academic brains and silver work, the magic that sits at the heart of Oxford, the Tower of Babel.

Even though everyone benefits, what happens at the Tower is like the old Vegas saying, “What happens at Babel, stays at Babel.” What exactly goes on at Babel? Who runs Babel? And as such, who truly benefits from Babel? What social class of people are reaping the benefits from the work at Babel?

Though some of the characters seemed to be a bit one dimensional, I feel they were portrayed that way to attest to the hierarchy hive mind of how specific social classes were viewed. Several characters seem to be more human, and that’s what this book really tries to address. Who is considered human, and who is below that status—in the mindsets of those different social classes.

Another facet of what this novel does — it seeks to understand, and deconstruct our understanding. It is an exploration to challenge preconceived notions of what the reader thinks they already know.

I willingly admit that this has been the most academic novel I have read since the early 2000’s when I was in college. And, if I’m being honest, it felt daunting at times. Some parts of the novel were fascinating, but it did not stop me from wanting to DNF (did not finish) the book at times. The one-dimensional characters fell into that consideration.

I did love learning more about a time and situation I only knew a hairs breadth about. And the later characters showed growth. There was witty and sarcastic banter! (Sarcasm may not be the high class of social acceptance for academia, but I do enjoy good sarcasm.) Despite the spots of tedium, it also seemed accessible. There were some thought-provoking twists one could not see coming that were appreciated as well.

However, in all of this, there is still something I can’t quite put my finger on about the book that made me not rate it a full four stars. (My overall rating on the book was 3.5/5 stars.) I have been wracked with it for a week, and I still have yet to come to a solid conclusion on why.

Even with this still niggling in the back of my brain, I am glad to have read it, to have learned, to challenge myself — to still think on it long into the early depths of the morning.