Dung Kai-Cheung’s A Catalog of Such Stuff as Dreams Are Made On is a literary collection fixated on things. More fragments of life than short stories, each vignette features an item or cultural phenomenon and spins it on its tail, exploring the relationship between humans, our things, and the way we create meaning and culture from them. Out of plastic, wood, and fabric, Dung constructs a still-life of 90s Hong Kong that is absurd, outrageous, fantastical, and true.
From cargo shorts to My Melody to Tomb Raider III, Dung’s collection is a museum of oddities, a time capsule of what it meant to be a person during that era and place, in the middle of radical political and social movement. Zooming in with blurred eyes, the stories together also formulate a parody of the social and material ego. Each one features a character who is changed by the chosen material item on physical and spiritual scales. While these transformations read very specific to the time – especially as analog memory dissolved into the digital age – they also have a sense of timelessness, a universal feeling of never feeling quite right amid an global yet exponentially intimate society.
In their forward, Dung acknowledges the obscurity of these materials and their book’s subject matter, pointing to obsolescence “itself an aesthetic value.” They wrote their vignettes from 1998 to 1999, choosing topics from local papers and magazines and letting each item take its own life. As a time capsule of an increasingly distant era and culture, A Catalog of Such Stuff as Dreams are Made On also stands in a wave of Y2K nostalgia, a yearning for all things unabashed, pixelated, and metallic. As readers, observers, and remembers, we look to books like these and timekeepers like Dung not just for their humor in observation, but the honesty and close attention they had paid to a time of glamor, angst, and Japanese soap operas, a time that was flawed and uncertain but sure of itself and its things.
I loved dipping in and out of this, like a magazine I bought on a layover 4 weeks ago and feel no rush to finish. Recommend this to fans of Youtube culture criticism essays, Y2K, and recovering Sanrio addicts.