Carrie Chang

These lavender sub-rosa letters traced blithely from the lacunae of the genie's heart are all misfits and soul crashers, illuminated by the save-the-world Bagua light and dark hexagons and circles, a supreme, jolly word-fest for the double-image sage who longs to dine on saffron alphabet and cum-linguistic punch. It's a speckle of sylvan stars and moonshine from the basement of the Sinophilic mind-glorified poems of superpalazzo double entendres, echoes, and shouts rising from the rainy-day words of dark three-penny operas of my kind.

Raycious Life is a tale of two cities, a lumbago breeder of Chinese women and glorious hairdos, and a breathtaking novel of ennobling beauty and upheaval. Set in both Hong Kong and bustling New York City, this bustling story tells the riveting tale of six Asian American bratlings on the trail of action, hot sex, and gossip in a cosmopolitan sphere of everlasting change. Going with the Tao, they find their nose rings shining in the dark, their tattoos dyed in sweet henna, and their Chinglish lingo separated by lost syllabi of the most perverse kind, beating them down under the Asian American sun. Told in the voice of Trudie Wu, Raycious Life borders on hilarity and morphic laughter, descrying the hot days and nights of a group of young Chinese wayfarers in the midst of ra-ta-ta yuppies who must decide for themselves what makes sense in this fast-moving world of cynicism, happiness, and everlasting passion.

Raycious Life is a tale of two cities, a lumbago breeder of Chinese women and glorious hairdos, and a breathtaking novel of ennobling beauty and upheaval. Set in both Hong Kong and bustling New York City, this bustling story tells the riveting tale of six Asian American bratlings on the trail of action, hot sex, and gossip in a cosmopolitan sphere of everlasting change. Going with the Tao, they find their nose rings shining in the dark, their tattoos dyed in sweet henna, and their Chinglish lingo separated by lost syllabi of the most perverse kind, beating them down under the Asian American sun. Told in the voice of Trudie Wu, Raycious Life borders on hilarity and morphic laughter, descrying the hot days and nights of a group of young Chinese wayfarers in the midst of ra-ta-ta yuppies who must decide for themselves what makes sense in this fast-moving world of cynicism, happiness, and everlasting passion.

Two Shades of Regret is a sine qua non of Sino-thrill poems which border on the evanescent and the tripnotic hem of the roseate lyric, lovely paeans of blooming immortality as seen on the paintings of a Ming vase. These new eclectic poems, lush and ghostly, of hyacinth and radical etiology, draw from the ecosphere of flora and fauna, are pictos of the efflorescent flamage and its celestial Chinese ethos. Rich with tingling sensate of zen splurge, and chimeric value, they blend the soul force of rampant color with the self-styled mimicry of the blurred past.

Two Shades of Regret is a sine qua non of Sino-thrill poems which border on the evanescent and the tripnotic hem of the roseate lyric, lovely paeans of blooming immortality as seen on the paintings of a Ming vase. These new eclectic poems, lush and ghostly, of hyacinth and radical etiology, draw from the ecosphere of flora and fauna, are pictos of the efflorescent flamage and its celestial Chinese ethos. Rich with tingling sensate of zen splurge, and chimeric value, they blend the soul force of rampant color with the self-styled mimicry of the blurred past.

In Carrie Changs winning fifth novel, The Quack, set in the beloved postcard city of Chinatown, San Francisco, the red planetary mists converge with hexagonal bagua wonder as old Chinese families convene with ghostly vexation, debating everything under the sun with sluggish pride and keen neo-religiosity. As the young protagonist, Isabelle Wu forsakes her dual-end journalism career to become a lollygagger in qui dunnit plaid. She finds that the Bohemian life has its innate possibilities and rewards, and she soon meets a quack who pleads with her in the mighty language of the occult, offering to cure her of the Chinatown blues with an off-color foot rub. This book is a must-read for anyone who has heard a frenzied ghost in the wall or experienced a Peking duck fascination. A Chinese fortune-cookie literary special that will make your eyes pop out and your hair turn righteous colors in the dark.