3.5
It's been a while since I finished a book and wrote a proper review. I haven't been able to read much this year, lost between the demands of life and temptations of binge watching. My reading list has been haphazard, littered with many DNFs and books that I took too long to read. I intend to rectify this grave error and pacify the Gods of Goodreads who keep throwing disapproving glances every time I open the app (which works so well on iPhone but is an absolute disaster on Android - snobs!).
I came across Cinema Love while browsing the Pride Month collection at the local library (thank you MoCo librarians!), and the blurb drew me in with its promise of an intriguing queer story set in rural China. I do not expect much from diaspora fiction usually, as they revolve around time-worn themes and usually succumb to inauthentic tropes while portraying the homeland. Cinema Love was a true surprise in this sense because the portions set in China do not ring false at all, and they are grounded in an emotional authenticity that is lacking in the American chapters. The writer sets the story in China without stuffing it with too many details, and that brave choice has really paid off in the utterly convincing Chinese chapters depicting the alienation of queer men (the story doesn't feature any queer women).
Old Second and Shun-Er, lovers in an industrial town and surprised by the fact of their love that transpired thanks to an old movie theater, hang on to each other to survive a relentlessly cruel world that labels them sissies, a hopelessly bleak world where they can never express their true selves. Shun-Er is married, and complications arise in the form of his wife, Yan Hua, who is hurt by the rejection from her otherwise caring husband. Interestingly, Cinema Love is as much about the turmoil, indignation, and silent fury of the wives of gay men as much as it is about the loneliness, heartbreak, and desolation of those very men. Silent furies bubble up to swallow the movie theater, robbing the gay men of their only haven and claiming some lives in the process.
The protagonists somehow conveniently all end up in New York, where they struggle as blue collar immigrants, counting pennies and drowning in homesickness. While the author's love for Chinatown is very evident in these chapters, the Chinatown portion should have been a different novel altogether. While the Chinese portions brim with anticipation and offer unexpected delights, the Chinatown portions are overlong and drenched in forced melancholy. It was not very convincing that some of the characters who were barely scraping together an existence in rural china were able to make their way across to ... New York ... on a boat (??!??) halfway across the world. The migration on the boat is not exactly described and it is unclear whether they traveled to a different country to take a boat or whether they took the boat in China.
The hard labour forced upon the immigrants and their sheer poverty is transported to the reader effectively by descriptions of their quotidian lives and quiet fortitude. The protagonists (whose lives are in conflict) move around in the same city, but of course, the story must pass through decades (as literary novels love to) before they get to meet and resolve/escalate their central conflicts. Somehow the novel finds itself gravitating towards the pandemic era (why does anyone think it's a good idea to write about the pandemic btw? But at least here it's justified probably by depicting the anti-asian hatred) and eventually ends in a noncommittal, emotionally vague and vaguely climactic moment that appears to be the beginning of better times.
I loved the way the new arcs of the story unspooled from existing arcs, shooting out a new character or a nasty secret or an emotional tension that was buried there all along. Many of the conflicts of the novel were carved out of juicy, emotionally complex foundations where all parties have completely convincing motivations behind their actions, and it is very satisfying to read. The punishment doled out to Old Second by his parents for hugging a boy as a child is haunting, and it is one of the most powerful images that endure after my reading of the novel. I also loved that all the protagonists were realistically described as ugly at one point or the other, refusing courageously to take the easy route by making them pretty. Working class queer love is a rare intersection in literature, and it is further heightened by an immigrant angle here.
In the feverishly joyous initial sections of the novel, basking in its tenderness, I assumed that this would be a 5-star read. But, tragic events occur as expected, the characters move to America, and a different story emerges in which the characters live haunted by the shadows of their awful actions. A story that is significantly less exciting and exceptional, one that is a chore to read, and the reader goes from "can't wait to pick it up" to "can't wait to put this down" within the span of 50 pages. The story loses its unique sheen, and what a shame it is. The writer tries to mold an authentic love story and the rise and fall of Chinatown into one medium sized novel. I did not feel the gut punch when Chinatown fades into nothingness because it was never a source of any real joy to the characters here and nostalgia only works with pleasant memories. This should have been either a brief novella without any immigration involved or an expansive novel with more characters and a focus beyond the three protagonists with the canvas for a complete Chinatown novel. This ambition has the stamp of an American MFA degree all over it, and I regret the way these degrees cast our writers into cookie cutter molds.
All that said, I will cherish Cinema Love for the exquisite tenderness and unfussy execution.