This intriguing little novel is split into two very distinct parts - first third person, then first, first an immigrant Chinese family in Madrid, then a privately educated Spanish girl, first impersonally, almost factual related, then an emotional inner monologue. The two stories do connect. The narrator of the second part is the first romantic interest of the Chinese boy in the first part. The connections, however, seem deliberately irrelevant. The female narrator mentions her Chinese friend only in passing, her mind occupied by a growing obsession with a homeless man who is amiably stalking her.
Individually, both stories work. Together they create a miniature community portrait of a small quarter of Madrid. Navarro is a good writer, in both styles. She meticulously and knowledgeably relates the arrival of a young, intelligent Chinese boy burdened by the strict expectations of his family. She reveals the success of their business enterprises, based around the Happy City restaurant, and mixes it in with a story of acceptance and integration as the children learn Spanish and attempt to make friends. The relationship with mother and father are very interesting - the father is suffering trauma from a short, torturous spell in prison and has shut himself off from communication with his dictatorial father and wife, yet opens himself up to the new language, Spanish, using it to communicate with his two sons partly because neither their mother nor their grandfather have bothered to learn the language and therefore can't understand him. These inter-familial divides look at the heart of immigrant stories and the difficulties, and complexities of integration, topics so often portrayed as very black and white.
The mother is portrayed in a cold, practical light. She is responsible for the running of the restaurant as well as many of the family decisions. The last section, told in repetitive dialogues between mother and son, show her trying to distance her family relations and separate them from the practicalities of making the move from China and starting up a business. The children are seen as commodities, the older to work, the younger to study. In contrast, the first sexual experiences with the incoming narrator for the stories second half are full of the freedoms and confusions of youth. Navarro's distant, documentary style makes for an interesting vignette of immigrant life and the challenges of growing up between worlds.
The change is jolting, and I was always waiting for a return to the Happy City. It felt like a story unfinished, and similarly the second half ends with things untold. The creepy, coming of age story about a young girl and her relationship with a young man who rejects society and the conventions of work, is very different and full of tension. When the two meet and create a kind of friendship in a local bar, their dialogues become a dark, searching longing for answers, for the grown-up world and for a sense of understanding. By the end, the young girl is left more confused, more adult, and less rooted. The homeless man acts as a symbol of her questioning, her rebellion and her desire to break out from the the confines of family and parental control.
Two good novels joined together with some measure of success, The Happy City left me wanted a little bit more of both stories and perhaps some attempt to reconcile them both, two parallel stories existing in the same world. 7