My South Seas Sleeping Beauty might well be one of the best novels I've read this year: carrying with it slight vibes of William Faulkner and his Quentin in its traumatised and (mildly) depressed student-narrator, weaving a complex and chronologically disjointed tale of pain, love, trauma, and a complex family to rival literature's most famous, Zhang Guixing's novel is absolutely one to remember. In three parts, we travel from a jungle-adjacent house of dysfunction and decadence into the Taipei of students and back again; we meet an array of fascinating characters and an even larger collection of images and symbols; and finally, reveal the story we barely knew we were reading. It is a difficult book to summarise. It is the story of Su Qi remembering parts of his childhood and adolescence, as well as a particular episode of his student life, telling through this the - highly disturbing, psychologically painful and dark, decadent and traumatising, yet also tender and loving - story of his family, of himself, of his first love(s), and finally of how all of the strange elements that made his childhood and life came to be. I immensely enjoyed both the carnivalesque-meets-depressed atmosphere of the novel, and particularly the prose through which it is conveyed (at least in the translated version accessible to me). Most importantly, however, I feel that I am inadequately prepared to write a coherent review, so let me list a number of things that make this novel the masterpiece it is for me: it weaves themes of nature, colonisation and migration; it is a meditation on family and friendship and love; it draws a most unique atmosphere as impenetrable as the jungle itself; it blends Freudian images to a degree that should be a problem and yet adds a unique twist to this already unnerving narrative; it teems of feminist issues (reminding me of James Joyce's A Portrait of an Artist - but unlike Joyce, Zhang actually gives us fleshed-out and disambiguated women in the end); it throws Christian religious imagery into this crazy jungle of sex; it lends itself to thoughts and analyses as winding and complex as the mother's garden.
This was really well-written and attention-grabbing, and I think it'll stick out in my mind for a long time. The unreliable narration is exceptionally well done. But so much of the book is focused on misogyny in a way that starts to be meaningful but doesn't quite get fully realized... content-wise I'm not sure I would recommend reading it.
3.5 there was a twist at the end, which was. an odd choice probably there's a metaphor in the that, theee certainly was in the mc's parent's relationship, the garden, the father's habits, etc, but I'll leave that work to some one else a valuable work but. modern isn't quite the right work for the works in this series in the present day
The fictional narrative reveals the fluidity of identity which is constantly being reformed by revisited memories. Childhood memories take on new significance when the hero realizes an important secret regarding his true love. Political tensions between communist China, Taiwanese, and other natives enrich the fecund garden plot of the characters sharing the same household and living different lives through memory and goals. For such a simple read, there is a lot going on in the text.
This book has a lot of layers and symbols that make it interesting, but it was too psychologically disturbing for me to enjoy it. It's a well written book, but I found it disturbing in a way that made it hard to read. Other people may appreciate it more. All sorts of trigger warnings, mostly for animal cruelty ans sexual assault. There are so many different layers and twists to the story, so it's very rich, but I personally couldn't get over the disturbing aspects.
Beutifully written and enjoyable read. I read it slower than most books because I wanted to savor the words but also to contemplate on the symbols. There was a lot of them in this book.