2.5 stars
I love a good memoir. I love funny + lighthearted memoirs, hard-to-read or disturbing memoirs, coming-of-age memoirs, immigrant memoirs... If a memoir can make me FEEL something (whether it's uplifting laughter, anger at an injustice, a sense of hope, or sadness about a chance that was missed) AND it accomplishes the goal of helping me understand more about what it was like to BE that person, then chances are, I'm going to love it. The best memoirs can be the window into other cultures, other lives, other opportunities (or lack thereof), choices and consequences.
The synopsis of Wang's book, Beautiful Country, felt like her story may deliver all of this. I eagerly picked it up and dove in, but my first clue that this may not be the right memoir for me was that at about the 15% mark, my excitement about picking up the book waned a bit. Before too long, I was almost forcing myself to pick it up. It's not that Wang's story isn't interesting... The actual events or her childhood, the dynamics of her family, the pieces she left behind in China are all INREDIBLY interesting. It's just that, for me, the way in which Wang used words to take the reader on that journey didn't hit home and hold impact.
One of my most consistent feelings while reading the first 85% (that percentage is NOT a typo) of this book was that this was the same thing happening, over and over again, on every single page. Wang spent the majority of her book on about 5 years of her life, but she just kept scratching the same surface over and over again. The hunger she experienced was unrelenting, it's clear, but Wang presented the same setting (the school cafeteria), over and over again to hammer home this feeling of hunger, so the concept of hunger didn't develop and become multi-dimensional. The same went with Wang's innocently childlike tendencies to protect her parents from arguing: over the dinner table, time and time again. It all just started being the same song on repeat, and I think it diminished what could have been a more powerful takeaway of her feelings + emotions and overall understanding of the circumstances she was in.
My second issue sort of dovetails with the first: the pacing of this novel. It moves SLOWLY. And I think much of that comes from the fact that each day felt a little like the day before it. I'm certain you can't live a life like Wang's without realizing, as an adult looking back and writing a memoir, that there were some revelatory parts of life. None of those are featured in Wang's story. The first 90% crawls by, and the last 10% is a warp-speed telling of Wang's entire older young adult through adulthood. I mean, it came out of nowhere... I read ~375 (Kindle) pages of Wang's 5 years of her childhood, and got less than 75 on the ENTIRE REST OF HER LIFE. Pacing was just WAY off... The beginning slumped along, the ending was incredibly rushed, and it created a really big disconnect for me.
I'll also note here that, despite the monotonous nature of much of this storytelling, each chapter sort of breaks from the flow of the one before it, to the point where it almost felt like each chapter almost had a "short story" feel to it. It feels THAT disconnected from the chapter before it, until you realize the each 3rd or 4th chapter just ends up being a repeat/continuation of 3 or 4 chapter before it. When I combined that start-and-stop disconnect with the realization that when that topic WAS picked back up in a later chapter it would just be more of the same, it caused a real lack of interest in picking the book back up each night.
The third issue, for me, sort of stemmed from that rush job at the end. It turns out that Wang and her mother run away to Canada where they welcome them with open arms, she attends Yale Law School, patches things up w/her father to some degree, cofounds a law practice, gets married... But because all of that is either glossed over or completely left out, there was never a balance presented to the hopeless feelings of Wang's childhood. The days were (and hence, this book was) very gray, dark and monotonous, which I fully believe... but when the sun started peeking through the clouds, you don't get to see that part. While I assume Wang will ALWAYS carry the trauma or her childhood with her, I wanted to see her get to experience some of the clouds lifting, some of the bars being removed, some of the feelings of SOMETHING when she achieved monumental achievements like attending law school at one of the US's most elite law schools. Most of her adult life, I only read about afterwards by googling Wang. If the writing was stronger, for me, in this book, I would have really hated missing out on Wang's later life and seeing her go through that process of feeling the tides turn little by little. As it was, I didn't want to get 300 more pages of the latter half of her life, so I was fine to let it go, but having SO much of the book only focused on the bleak, hopeless days and then to be told "But everything ended up a little better" in a 5-page span felt really off balance.
My best way to sum up my reading experience was I felt like Wang was "telling me instead of SHOWING me." The best memoirs do an excellent job of showing the reader something they could never envision otherwise, and this one missed the mark for me on that.