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Land Of Big Numbers: Stories Paperback – February 2, 2021
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A Best Book of the Year: Barack Obama · NPR · The Washington Post · The Philadelphia Inquirer · Esquire · Kirkus Reviews · Chicago Public Library · Electric Literature
Malala Yousafzai’s Fearless Book Club Pick for Literati
"Dazzling...Riveting." —New York Times Book Review
“Gripping and illuminating . . . At the heart of Te-Ping Chen’s remarkable debut lies a question all too relevant in 21st Century America: What is freedom?” —Jennifer Egan
“Immensely rewarding, from the first sentence to the last . . . An exceptional collection.” —Charles Yu
A “stirring and brilliant” debut story collection, offering vivid portrayals of the men and women of modern China and its diaspora, “both love letter and sharp social criticism,” from a phenomenal new literary talent bringing great “insight from her years as a reporter with the Wall Street Journal” (Elle).
Gripping and compassionate, Land of Big Numbers traces the journeys of the diverse and legion Chinese people, their history, their government, and how all of that has tumbled—messily, violently, but still beautifully—into the present.
Cutting between clear-eyed realism and tongue-in-cheek magical realism, Chen’s stories coalesce into a portrait of a people striving for openings where mobility is limited. Twins take radically different paths: one becomes a professional gamer, the other a political activist. A woman moves to the city to work at a government call center and is followed by her violent ex-boyfriend. A man is swept into the high-risk, high-reward temptations of China’s volatile stock exchange. And a group of people sit, trapped for no reason, on a subway platform for months, waiting for official permission to leave.
With acute social insight, Te-Ping Chen layers years of experience reporting on the ground in China with incantatory prose in this taut, surprising debut, proving herself both a remarkable cultural critic and an astonishingly accomplished new literary voice.
- Print length256 pages
- LanguageEnglish
- PublisherMariner Books
- Publication dateFebruary 2, 2021
- Dimensions5.25 x 0.75 x 8 inches
- ISBN-100358272556
- ISBN-13978-0358272557
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A Conversation with Te-Ping Chen
You spent years reporting on China for the Wall Street Journal, an experience that gives you a deep intimacy with the country. And yet, you were an outsider there, an American abroad. How does that experience of having been both an insider and an outsider in China affect your writing about it?
With the exception of my hometown, I’ve spent more years living in Beijing than anywhere else, and it’s a city that truly feels like home. But of course I was also an outsider, and that meant I found everything vital and curious. Some parts of Chinese life were utterly surreal to me, like funeral strippers, which I put in a story – how could you not? – but even the more banal things, like the government’s hotlines for citizen complaints, really captured my imagination.
There’s a Carlos Fuentes line that’s always stuck with me: “Extreme attention is the creative faculty, and its condition is love.” Living there as a reporter, being immersed in the language and everything around me, meant paying a lot of attention, and that’s what led to this book.
Are there themes in the collection that carry through the full book? What unifies the pieces in Land of Big Numbers as a collection?
All the stories are linked in some way to China, of course. Beyond that, one of the themes in the first story, ‘Lulu’ – and I think the collection more broadly – is the different ways we try and make meaning as individuals. For Lulu, it’s becoming an online dissident; for her brother, becoming a professional video gamer. Elsewhere in the book, it’s a farmer building an airplane to win the respect of his fellow villagers, or as in the title story, a young bureaucrat bilking the government in pursuit of masculinity and self-worth.
One question that weighs on my mind a lot these days is what it’s like to grow comfortable, and even thrive, in a repressive system. It’s something you particularly see in the book’s final story, ‘Gubeikou Spirit,’ in which a group of commuters gets stranded in a subway tunnel and establish a cozy community they ultimately don’t want to leave. It’s also what inspired ‘Lulu’: I was interested in her story, but in some ways I was more interested in the experience of her brother, who is so much more ordinary and like the rest of us.
This is a book about China, and you are a Chinese-American writer. Did you always know you wanted to write about China?
No. To be honest, I chafe a little at expectations that I ought to write about China or stories that have to do with my ethnic identity. I grew up in Oakland, Calif, and I have always envied other writers’ seeming
freedom to tell stories that aren’t rooted in one particular experience. I love fiction and wanted to try writing short stories, and at the time I was living in Beijing and in a country that I know well. My hope is that the stories are just that – stories, though ones that happen to be set in China.
That said, I’m very grateful to have been able to live in China for as many years as I have and to have been a writer there. This year, all my American colleagues at the Wall Street Journal were kicked out of the country, along with reporters from the New York Times and the Washington Post. The chance to have lived there and gotten to channel any part of that experience into this book now feels like part of a lost world.
Throughout the collection you move between clear-eyed realism and tongue-in-cheek, satirical magical realism. What do each of those styles offer you, as a writer?
It’s often said that reality in China is stranger than fiction–certainly it is more outsized, surreal and outrageous than anything you’d expect to encounter, even in the pages of a novel. It wasn’t a deliberate decision to mix styles, but China is a place that seems to demand different tones to try and evoke both the absurdity and tragedy of life there–and also the tenderness.
As someone who’s written about China as a journalist, I’m used to writing about it in very sober terms. But it’s also a place I have incredible affection for, and think there’s so much joy and humor and wryness that can be found in living there, notwithstanding all the headlines. I wanted to try and capture that, as well.
Your background as a writer is primarily in journalism. What brought you to fiction? What is the origin story of this collection?
I’ve always loved fiction and poetry & had spent a long time working on a few things, none of them very good. While living in Beijing, I had been trying and failing to revise a novel I’d written years ago. One night when biking home from work, the phrase “Shanghai Murmur” came to mind, out of nowhere. The phrase stuck with me and I thought I’d try and write something new around it; it eventually became the title of one of the first short stories I wrote.
As a writer, I’m a little bit of a magpie. When I was living in China as a journalist, there were so many details that I wanted to put in stories and never did. The part of me that abhors waste wanted to find a place for them; the part of me that loves fiction kept musing on them and trying to find a way to give them life. Once I started writing about the country in a different genre there was so much that I had been storing up, it just came pouring out. It was liberating, and also really fun.
Who are some of your biggest inspirations as a writer?
As a child, I was obsessed with L. Frank Baum, L.M. Montgomery and C.S. Lewis, and spent a lot of time trying to imitate them. Enchanted lands and 19th-century heroines definitely exerted a strong pull on me growing up. I stopped reading fiction for awhile in college, but dove back in once I graduated, which just felt like such a homecoming, fiction is something I’m so deeply grateful for. There are too many writers to name as inspirations, but Richard Yates, Kazuo Ishiguro, Zadie Smith, Maile Meloy, Lesley Nneka Arimah and George Saunders are some who come to mind. When writing this collection, I also spent a lot of time with Jhumpa Lahiri’s stories, taking notes and trying to understand how they worked and why they were so magical.
Editorial Reviews
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One of Barack Obama's Summer Reading Picks Named a Most Anticipated Title of 2021 by: Elle, Esquire, O Magazine, Buzzfeed, Newsweek, Refinery29, Lit Hub, The Millions, Bustle, Redbook, The Rumpus, Electric Literature, Write or Die Tribe, Autostraddle, and The Buzz Magazines Named a Best Book of February by Washington Post,O Magazine, Harper's Bazaar,Buzzfeed, and The Millions Named a Best Book of the Year So Far by Esquire, Fortune, and the BBC A New York Times Book Review Editors' Choice An Indie Next Pick One of Harper's Bazaar's Must-Read Books by Asians and Asian-Americans One of Marie Claire's Best Books by Asian-Americans of 2021 Named a Most Anticipated Title by a Woman of Color for 2021 by R.O. Kwon in Electric Literature An Afar Media Book Club Selection The Nervous Breakdown Book Club Selection A Featured New Release from Lit Hub,The Millions, and Book Riot A Great Story Collection of 2021 by an Asian-American Author from Book Riot A Featured Debut from A Mighty Blaze One of The Nerd Daily's 6 Must-Read Story Collections by POC Authors “Dazzling...Riveting...Chen excels at gritty realism, vividly portraying the widening gap between China’s haves and have-nots...Though the characters never mention the Cultural Revolution, Great Leap Forward or Tiananmen Square massacre by name, the turmoil of the past haunts them as they rush headlong into the future." —New York Times Book Review "[Chen] excels at realism and vivid portrayals of the widening gap between China’s haves and have-nots.” —New York Times Book Review Editors' Choice "A stirring and brilliant collection of stories probing the contradictions and beauties of modern China, Te-Ping Chen's debut is both love letter and sharp social criticism. Through scenes firmly planted in reality as well as tales of the bizarre and magical, Chen reveals portraits lovingly rendered with insight from her years as a reporter with the Wall Street Journal." —Elle "Revelatory...From a ripped-from-the-headlines vignette about a rural farmer trying to build a plane, to a surreal allegory about passengers trapped in a station waiting for a train that never arrives, Chen’s writing gives readers just enough to leave them wanting more. It’s a must-read from an up-and-coming fiction writer." —Fortune "Remarkable...Unfolds across the modern Chinese diaspora, pinballing between acutely observed realism and tragicomic magical realism...Each haunting, exquisitely crafted story poses powerful questions about freedom, disillusion, and cultural thought, firmly establishing Chen as an emerging visionary to watch." —Esquire "Dazzling...Rich and varied...Chen unleashes a powerful and enticing new voice, at times as strange as the dark fairy tale master Carmen Maria Machado, at others as inventive as the absurdist king George Saunders—but always layered with the texture available to a foreign correspondent who has seen it all...Story by story, in China and the U.S., Chen builds a world in which oppression and contentment coexist, not some awful near future but the bizarre here and now...At its most elegant, a Chen story isn’t —
About the Author
TE-PING CHEN's fiction has been published in, or is forthcoming from, The New Yorker, Granta, Guernica, Tin House, and The Atlantic. A reporter with the Wall Street Journal, she was previously a correspondent for the paper in Beijing and Hong Kong. Prior to joining the Journal in 2012, she spent a year in China as a Fulbright fellow. She lives in Philadelphia.
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The hour of our birth had been carefully forecast, a winter's day cesarean timed to coincide with Dr. Feng's lunch break. The doctor pulled me out first, indignant, squalling, like a hotel guest inexpertly roused and tossed before checkout. She came next, and was so perfectly quiet that at first they worried she wasn't breathing at all. Then they thwacked her on the back and her cries joined mine and they laid us side by side, boy and girl, two underwater creatures suddenly forced to fill our lungs with cold, dry air.
Dr. Feng had operated on my mother as a favor to my uncle, his old classmate. Otherwise we would have been born in the hospital down the street, where a woman had bled to death after a botched cesarean the previous year. The family had been in the waiting room for hours, and at last the father-to-be pounded on the doors of the operating room. When no one responded, the family pushed them open to find the lifeless woman on the table, blood pooling on the ground. She was alone: the staff had stripped the medical certificates that bore their names from the wall and fled as soon as the surgery went wrong.
From the start we were lucky, not least because we had each other. As twins we'd been spared the reach of the government's family-planning policies, two winking fetuses floating in utero. For the first few weeks of our life, our skulls had matching indentations from where they'd been pressed against each other in the womb, like two interlocking puzzle pieces. Later in life when we were apart, I'd sometimes touch my hand to the back of my skull when I thought of her, as if seeking a phantom limb.
We weren't in any way an extraordinary family. My mother worked as a warehouse clerk, my father a government sanitation planner. When my father was forty-seven, his division chief'?''?a fanciful man who had once dreamed of being an artist?'decided to build a public toilet in the shape of a European clock tower. He'd been to Europe and had been impressed by the cleanliness of the toilets and the loveliness of the architecture and wanted to combine the two. Like most artists, the division chief had a fragile ego, and shortly after my father balked at the project's expense, he was fired. It was the sole act of independence he'd committed in his life, and it cost him his career.
The toilet still stands there today, its vaulting concrete walls stained and ridiculous, the inside chilly and damp like the inside of a pipe, a bird of poured concrete plunging from the tower's top as if being defenestrated by rival birds inside, and indeed the whole structure smells like a foul aviary. You wouldn't think it cost 200,000 yuan to build, and probably it didn't, Lulu said; most of it likely ended up in the division head's pocket, art corrupting life, life corrupting art.
From the time she was ten, my parents worshipped at Lulu's altar. Her precocity was evident early on; it was like a flag being waved energetically from a mountaintop. Neither of our parents had much education, and it stunned them to find themselves in possession of such a daughter.
When we were small, we played devotedly together. Lulu was a great inventor of games, which often incorporated whatever she'd read most recently: one day we were stink bugs, looking for the right leaf on which to lay our eggs, another we were herdsmen fleeing Mongolian invaders. She was braver than me: once, when the elderly woman who lived opposite us had left her door ajar while retrieving the mail downstairs, my sister even snuck into her apartment.
'It's full of newspapers, stacked as high as your head," Lulu said excitedly, her eyes glowing as she dashed back. 'there's a giant orange cross-stitch on her couch, with a peony and six fishes."
As a child she was always reading. Even at meals she would sit and scan the back of the juice box. She must have read it a million times: aspartame and xanthan gum and red no. 9. It wasn't a conscious thing; she just seemed to feel uncomfortable when her eyes weren't fastened to a page. She had a mania for lists, too. By age eleven she'd memorized every bone in the human body, and she used to recite their names to me at night in an eerie voice as I held a pillow over my head: sternum, tibia, floating rib.
In high school, I rebelled against her brilliance by playing video games, lots of them, spending hours whipping a gun back and forth across dusty landscapes empty of people, except for those who wanted to kill you.
Product details
- Publisher : Mariner Books
- Publication date : February 2, 2021
- Language : English
- Print length : 256 pages
- ISBN-10 : 0358272556
- ISBN-13 : 978-0358272557
- Item Weight : 7.7 ounces
- Dimensions : 5.25 x 0.75 x 8 inches
- Best Sellers Rank: #961,357 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)
- #1,106 in Political Fiction (Books)
- #4,334 in Fiction Satire
- #30,610 in Literary Fiction (Books)
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