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- TRIPMASTER MONKEY: HIS FAKE BOOK
- by Maxine Hong Kingston Knopf;
- 340 pages; $19.95
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- In China Men (1980), Maxine Hong Kingston recalled a group
- of immigrant Orientals shoveling foreign ground and shouting
- "Hello down there in China! . . . Hello, my heart and my liver
- . . . I want home. Home. Home. Home. Home."
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- But for most of them, return was a financial and political
- chimera. Against their wishes and traditions, home became the
- U.S. Initially, their neighbors regarded them, in Bret Harte's
- words, as the "Heathen Chinee," an enduring caricature of cheap
- labor and social isolation, living in towns within cities,
- operating behind the impenetrable facades of restaurants and
- laundries. It was decades before the hostility softened to
- tolerance and, in recent years, to appreciation.
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- If the applause began with Richard Nixon's famous visit to
- the People's Republic, it has been intensified by the growing
- Chinese presence on campuses, in business and the arts. When
- Kingston published her first account, The Woman Warrior (1976),
- she was a soloist. Today she is part of a choir of writers
- concerned with the Chinese experience. On Broadway, David Henry
- Hwang's M. Butterfly explores the boundaries of power, sex and
- race. In Amy Tan's The Joy Luck Club, published last month,
- Chinese mothers offer their children a series of poignant
- confessionals. China's repressive Cultural Revolution is the
- subject of a forthcoming autobiographical novel, A Generation
- Lost, by Zi-Ping Luo. The Chinese immigrant, now a professor of
- chemistry at Caltech, was 14 when the Red Guards closed her
- school.
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- But not everyone in Luo's generation was lost. Spring
- Bamboo, published early this year, is a collection of stories
- by Chinese writers under 40, gathered and edited by Jeanne Tai,
- a New York City attorney. The variety of their expressions and
- subjects indicates that culture has begun to seep back to the
- mainland. Wesleyan Professor Ann-ping Chin offers more proof of
- recovery in the recent Children of China, a survey of youth in
- the People's Republic. "One cannot say that all China's cultural
- symbols and cultural assumptions were reduced to ruins," she
- writes. "They seem to be endowed with a life of their own."
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- Given this feverish interest in China, it was inevitable
- that Occidental travelers would add their own speculations about
- the People's Republic. Two years ago, Mark Salzman wrote Iron
- and Silk, a recollection of his years as an English teacher in
- Changsha. Next spring he will produce a novel, tentatively
- titled Journey to the West, that mixes Chinese myth and
- actuality. And next month will bring The Great Black Dragon
- Fire, by veteran journalist Harrison Salisbury. The fire was not
- fiction; it occurred in 1987, and it burned a Manchurian forest
- "so large that, like China's Great Wall, it could have been seen
- from the moon."
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- Appropriately, the Sino-American renaissance has now come
- full circle with Kingston's first novel, Tripmaster Monkey. Many
- books have been influenced by her luminous works, and many more
- are likely to tumble from her new picaresque. The time is the
- late '60s, the place San Francisco, and the protagonist the
- wild-eyed Wittman Ah Sing, a recent graduate of Berkeley.
- Overseas, annihilation beckons as the Viet Nam War escalates.
- Envious of the black experience, Wittman howls, "Where's our
- jazz? Where's our blues? Where's our
- ain't-taking-no-shit-from-nobody street-strutting language? I
- want so bad to be the first bad-jazz China Man bluesman of
- America."
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- To awaken the Chinese-American conscience, Wittman decides
- to stage a phantasmagorical street theater piece, complete with
- diving monkeys and realistic thousand-man battle scenes. En
- route, he caroms off a cast of eccentrics: activist egomaniacs,
- a new wife and a newer girlfriend, hidebound parents, an ancient
- grandmother, pot-scented philosophers ("You're going through the
- delusion of clarity") and a restless audience for his riffs.
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- Some of Tripmaster owes its atmosphere to Herman Hesse's
- overheated German vaudeville, Steppenwolf, and a few historical
- meditations are straight out of Saul Bellow ("The world was
- splitting up. Tolstoy had noted the surprising gaiety of war.
- During his time, picnickers and fighters took to the same
- field"). But Kingston's humor and idiom are her own, and so is
- the message, buried deep in her complex narrative. When Wittman
- visits his mother, she offers a succinct appraisal. "He read
- books," she complains, "when he was three years old. Now look
- at him. A bum-how." That critique has been made for 200 years
- by innumerable parents. As the world is discovering, the Chinese
- American is just like all the other immigrant Americans. Only
- more so.
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