As sneakily addictive as a game of Pong (which was named, we’re told, after the narrator’s dad), this zany zip-line of a novel takes the piss out of the Asian-American ‘good immigrant’ story. Full of charming antiheroes making comically bad choices, the story dazzles us with its absurdity, which makes its eventual wisdom–about lineage, ethnicity, and the meaning of family–all the more wonderfully surprising.

As sneakily addictive as a game of Pong (which was named, we’re told, after the narrator’s dad), this zany zip-line of a novel takes the piss out of the Asian-American ‘good immigrant’ story. Full of charming antiheroes making comically bad choices, the story dazzles us with its absurdity, which makes its eventual wisdom–about lineage, ethnicity, and the meaning of family–all the more wonderfully surprising.

– Michael Lowenthal –

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