When originally written in 1972, Wang Wen-hsing’s ‘Family Catastrophe’ created a ton of controversy. His story of a dysfunctional family flew in the face of the Confucian concept of respect for parents.
The story revolves around a young man named Fan Yeh, and is unfolded in a non-traditional time-lapse interpretation involving an older step-brother, a mother consumed by jealousy, and a hard-working but ineffectual father ultimately beaten down by a system over which he has no control. Set in post-1949 Taiwan, this novel is an intimate revelation of a family's journey to catastrophe. The father of the all-too-ordinary Fan family suddenly flees from home; his son, Fan Yeh, sets off to search for him but is repeatedly unsuccessful, returning alone to the anxiously waiting mother.
As it tracks Fan Yeh's fruitless search, Wang Wen-hsing's innovative narrative unfolds the history of this family, depicting relationships both tender and brutal and divulging secrets of poverty and abuse, love and hate. Working through the complex metaphor of the family, Wang Wen-hsing examines that dissolution of a traditional ethical system and cultural identity which is the harrowing and inevitable path to modernism.
This novel was brilliantly written. It talks about the life and the relationship between three primary characters in a family; a father, mother, and son, with the anchor of the novel being the son. It starts with a scene where the father abruptly leaves the house to never return. The novel then takes you back through a journey into the history of the family so that you would understand by the end of the novel why the father left. To do so, the novel takes the format of flashbacks, each ranging from few lines to several pages in length. They start when the son was a child and end when he was in his late twenties, the time when the father left. Although these snippets are unrelated, their aim is to give you a glimpse into family dynamics. You could feel the passage of time, the slow degeneration of the family, and the progression of misery and poverty as you read through. You would readily visualize how the family is heading towards a "catastrophe" - the title of the novel.
The writing style and the topic are very unusual since they defy the cultural norms of the time. This novel was written in the 70's, a conservative time in Taiwanese history. Which should explain the bad rap it received at the time. But because of its rebellious theme it withered the criticism to become what is considered today a masterpiece in Taiwanese literature.
I would give the novel four or five stars if it is read for its literary value in Taiwanese history and its writing style. However, since this was not my intention, I did not like the fragmented approach and I hated the feel of misery and the sheer sadness of the story. The first half of the novel was boring and the ending was emotionally draining and unsatisfying. Overall, the novel stands against everything I believe in. This is why I gave it 2.5 starts (or 3 stars since that was the only option available).
I can't believe this was someone's first novel; absolutely amazing. Wang Wen-Hsing (also know as Taiwan's James Joyce) truly did produce a masterpiece here. I am still processing my thoughts on this book, but I can say with confidence I liked it.
This also really made me think on my own familial relationships, especially that of my late father. Change is hard and complex. Wang shows this in a truly artful way.
like watching a train wreck, impossible to look away from the absolute disaster of a cast of characters, but ultimately made me feel like I just watched an A24 movie so I approve
Really enjoyed this read, translation was easy to follow, it didn't really maintain the off-ness of modernist literature that my friends who read it in it Chinese say it was penned in (this translation comes 20 years after it was published). I felt my own complicated feelings toward my parents mirrored in the protagonist - though by the end his behavior has become so extreme he's barely a sympathetic character. The reader is forced to reckon with the nuance of familial relationships and how we exist as perpetually morally gray.
Too true of the toxic side of 「孝道」engraved in all Asian families constantly creeps me out whilst reading. Can’t even find any proper translation for this kind of emotion in any language other than in Chinese it’s the proof though. Love and hate, respect and despise, rebellious and fear, passive and engaged, all entangled in our original sin.
honestly brilliant, conceptually vigorous in its approach to sucking the joy out of life. it's miserable, perhaps a little too narrow-focused, yet all the while careful to unfold possibly one of the most minutely disastrous families in fiction
the twist (can you call it a twist?) is also just really effective, if not almost funny.
At first, the ending appears to be emotional unsatisfying and inconclusive as the father is never found. However, I have immediately come to realize that his disappearance mirrors his inner disappearance of self, paralleled by his Alzheimer's symptoms (the reason for his initial disappearance). The ending is quite tragic, and I honestly think the son is too harsh to his father. But it makes sense. After the source of tension and grief is gone (aka the father), the family is happier and better off without him than with him.
Overall, a brilliant novel that explores the traditional values of filial piety as well as the relationship between a father and a son under the hierarchical structure of Chinese family. A realistic, emotional and at times disturbing read.
"I'm finished" (as Goodreads puts it) is a gross overstatement, as I'm afraid I've only scratched the surface of this complex 小說. It is one of the most challenging - and intriguing - novels I've read in a while, and resonates deeply with the 封建家庭 themes I've encountered in the texts I read for Chinese class this year.
i didn't actually read the last 20 pages so this is technically a dnf, but i got so close to the end (i.e., i read the first 200 pages) so i'm just saying i finished it.