Content warnings: Colonization, Racism, Insects, Death, Death of a Parent
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2.5 stars
I think the saddest thing about this is that right up until the last 70-80 percent or so, I was going to give this a solid (generous) 3/3.5 stars. That conclusion really dampened things for me, though, so here we are instead.
I went into this book really hoping to love it. It had the potential to be great; to sit alongside works like Mexican Gothic in the Horror Centered Around Race hall of fame. But alas, this fell really short.
She Is a Haunting opens up with Jade and her sister arriving in Đà Lạt, her father's birthplace. Her sister, Lily, thinks they're here for a normal reconciliatory vacation with their absent father but Jade is really there because she needs money for college, without which she'd have to defer a year because she doesn't want to burden her Mom, who's had to work extra hard to support three kids by herself.
So her dad cuts her a deal: if Jade spends a few weeks in Đà Lạt with him, and helps him set up a website for the old house he’s trying to fix up and convert into a little Bed and Breakfast, he’ll give her the money she needs. It’s money from an absent father and a chance to get a little freedom, and Jade isn’t about to say no. But when she and Lily get to the house their Dad is painstakingly trying to fix up, it’s very clear, to Jade at least, that something is very wrong with the house.
The set up for this book was incredibly promising. The narrative was clearly playing with themes of colonization, race, and Jade’s personal dilemma of whether or not she should come out to her family. Jade was also very relatable right off the bat, with her struggles with the feelings of disconnect from her culture. There was so much in her to love.
But the story was disjointed; none of these issues that the book wanted to tackle ever fleshed themselves out in a meaningful way, or gelled with each other quite well. Sometimes the topics the author wanted to discuss felt very compartmentalized - Jade would hyperfocus on her bisexuality for two chapters, and then suddenly drop the topic and focus on her not feeling Vietnamese enough. They would have worked beautifully if the author had figured out how to layer the themes in a cohesive way, but they never really seemed able to do that.
The writing was a big miss for me as well. It was … trying to be poetic, but the flow was off, and it just made everything feel really clunky and awkward. The narrative was also very Telling, and less Showing. Which, it was fine I guess, but the emotional beats the author wanted to hit just didn’t impact me quite the same way because Jade kept telling us how she felt immediately as she felt it. I didn’t get a chance to feel things alongside her, and with the themes this book was dealing with? That’s a damn shame.
Ultimately I think this book would have been a lot better if it had been able to figure out what it wanted to be. It wanted to achieve so many things at once - doable, if done right, but this failed to deliver on every count.