In this highly anticipated and deeply moving debut, Chuqiao Yang explores family, culture, diaspora, and the self’s tectonic shifts over time. Yang’s poems journey restlessly through recollections of a Saskatchewan childhood, trips to visit family in Taiyuan, and a sojourn across the American South in search of the moments and places where one became a stranger to oneself. “You are a mouse in the backcountry of your memories,” writes Yang, “You are a fox in winter, devouring well-meaning friends.” Irreverent, fierce, and ceaselessly surprising, The Last to the Party marks the arrival of a unique voice and an unsparing poetic vision.
I'm not normally a poetry person so maybe I'm the wrong person to review this book. Or maybe the exact right person. I was gifted this and picked it up on a total whim and was sucked in.
Yang's poems are beautiful with stark clear language that is abrupt and evocative. The Last to the Party is organized into 5 parts and those parts are loosely organized by age with the early poems focusing more on parental/child relationships and the final ones focusing on later life including marriage and older relatives. She also brings up racism, growing up as a third culture kid, and being an artist in a family of scientists. It's thematically rich is what I'm saying.
The earliest poems, focused on a father-daughter were particularly poignant to me. The line I'll probably take with me though is:
My mother's heart doesn't beat to stay alive, it beats to keep pace for everyone else.
“And my future is bright, and my future is good, and I am earning the forgiveness I deserve as I continue to say hello and goodbye, to enough people to fill the ocean of my life”.