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9 of 9 people found the following review helpful:
5.0 out of 5 stars
Wishing the author the best, I...., June 29, 2003
hope this book does "The Nanny Diaries" thing in terms of sales...but I'm always worried when a book I discover from a new author has too much success -- I kind of like to keep the author "mine" for awhile.Karen Brichoux has a light touch in her first work of fiction, and her sense of humor is outstanding. But neither can hide the extraordinary uniqueness of her voice, and the way she can turn a phrase. She makes pictures with her words, makes thoughts come alive. She's a talent that I hope will not get caught up in a wave of "single girl fiction", and will turn her literary sights on different points of view, different settings, so that others can explore her way with words. Brichoux's got a single girl story, this one set in Boston, but Nicci, her heroine, is there in body alone. In mind she is flight, touching down on childhood, on life in the Phillipines, on Hong Kong, on loneliness. She defines herself as a "fringe person", but the depth of her is shown in the way others draw to her. She has a triangle in the book, and is forthright and knowing of the difference between who she makes love to and who she loves. Her relationship with her grandfather is crisp and genuine, and his personification of "shoes" with people is a generational version of her own "kung fu movies" with people's reaction to them. I thought for awhile I might be one of the few women to understand the difference between the meaning of Jackie Chan movies made in the Far East, in Chinese, and the slapdash kung fu movies he does for American audiences. Not so...and if you read "Coffee and Kung Fu", you will find it out for yourself. Brichoux's dialogue is believable, and scattered throughout the first person narrative in just the right amounts, and some of her literary comparisons will stay with you a long time, whether humorous: "Maybe it's because November drew Thanksgiving in the holiday lottery.....November got ripped off. What kind of holiday is it when you're supposed to celebrate genocide by stuffing yourself??" or poetic: "She's had the moment. A moment isn't a piece of time, it's a question. A realization. A trauma. The moment comes when you look up and see your life stretching out for seventy more years....Is this life good enough for the next seventy years?" Brichoux - she's a keeper! Read it, enjoy!!!
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