Chang's SAINTLESS insists on a fundamental rivenness: by history, by faith, by other bodies. Yet this rivenness is not only one of violence but also of ecstatic, rapturous metamorphosis that unfolds through spectacular encounters with the mundane always less ordinary than we believe. Chang imagines a mythos of self that mutates through representation and its many discontents--pop singers, actors on the silver screen, fairy tales, spiritual traditions, memories, all in living movement. SAINTLESS, if anything, teaches us to venerate perversely.
—Travis Chi Wing Lau, author of The Bone Setter (2019) and Paring (2020)
“A daughter is best described not as the object / of desire but the verb.” — from LOTUS FLOWER KINGDOM
Steph Chang is an absolute master of metamorphosis, of mutating flowers into film rolls into red lights into lies that I can wholeheartedly believe. My name twin is so talented; I can hardly pick a favorite poem or a favorite line. If anything, I can only remember how Steph paints a portrait of longing and lament and love and loss that as an elder daughter and sister, I can also relate to on an emotionally intimate level.