i sent this to my dad. he's an exacting and reticent man, not unlike nam's father, whose family was massacred and devastated by famine. he moved to iowa this summer, and i spent a month there with him. i asked him if he'd been to summit street like the story mentioned, or seen the japanese restaurant nam told his dad about since i left.
whenever i read stories like this, i always start to wonder if there's something in my dad i've yet to unpack. i wonder, does my dad act like that too, unnoticed by me until this story gave it motion? do i think like that about my dad too, buried under all my other dad-thoughts until this story wrenched it out? do my dad and i actually have those memories too, that relationship too? this story and these characters are so similar to us, and yet not one bit the same. the verisimilitude is haunting.
anyhow, i sent it to him. he told me he got a library card at the coralville library in iowa city. and no, he hasn't been to summit street yet. and please update your devices asap, there's an emergency update for many apple products due to a potential breach of security. and that's when i remember, no, we're not nam and his dad. it's a good story, one between an immigrant father and his second-gen child miraculously set in the state of iowa, one that i almost want to embody just to feel it deeper. but the truth is we're just anne and dad, and anne visited dad in iowa for a month.