Unable to speak English at first, Qian and her parents must work wherever they can to survive, all while she battles hunger and loneliness at school. Qian is just seven when she moves to America, the 'Beautiful Country', where she and her parents find that the roads of New York City are not paved with gold, but crushing fear and scarcity. In China she was the daughter of professors. 'Hunger was a constant, reliable friend in Mei Guo. Readers will be grateful for the courage she has displayed in persevering and speaking up.BBC RADIO 4 BOOK OF THE WEEK, OBAMA 2021 BOOK PICK and INSTANT NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER Wang, who is now a civil rights lawyer, is a voice we need.
She is vulnerable in revealing her uniquely American trauma: a bruised wrist that never quite healed a hunger that was never quite sated a feeling that everything, at any moment, could suddenly be taken away. Wang dedicates her memoir to “those who remain in the shadows.” Indeed, Beautiful Country shines light on the childhood that continued to haunt Wang into adulthood, even as her professional accomplishments mounted. The narrative is full of sharply rendered scenes, such as one in which Wang’s mother suffers in a cold sushi factory before coming home to warm herself in front of a pot of boiling water. By fourth grade, Wang wrote so well that her teachers suspected plagiarism, and now Wang has written a memoir precise enough to chill her readers. Wang’s parents regarded her as their best hope for a future, optimistic that she would be suited to this Mei Guo, “beautiful country.” They were right to believe in her. But in Brooklyn, her mother lamented, “All these Cantonese assume that if you speak Mandarin you’re a farmer from Fuzhou.” Wang’s mother got a job sewing in a sweatshop, where “there was no day or night there was only work.” In Beijing, Wang’s mother was a published professor who spoke Mandarin, the language of intellectuals. She describes childhood trenchantly in Beautiful Country, allowing readers to feel her anger, longing, loneliness and fear-and to observe her parents’ desperation. One classmate referred to Wang’s family not as “low-income” but “no-income.” Her world was simultaneously frightening and normal as she sat listening to scuttling cockroaches with her parents nearby. Her hunger was regularly so intense that she broke into cold sweats-which, according to her Ma Ma, meant Wang was growing and getting stronger. From ages 7 to 12, Qian Julie Wang lived as an undocumented immigrant in Brooklyn, New York.
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