A mother’s hopes and expectations become a daughter’s sense of failure.
Their relationships are fraught with years of misunderstandings and accumulated pain. The characters are mothers who immigrated from China and their modern thirty-something American-born daughters. And in those days, books that were non-mainstream were termed “ethnic,” enjoyed by special readers, largely those who were in ethnic studies programs. In fact, it might do worse.Īfter all, these were quirky stories, written by an unknown Chinese American author. I had heard this was the case with most first novels, and there was no reason to expect mine would fare any better. Before The Joy Luck Club was published in March 1989, I told my husband that my novel would be on bookstore shelves for about six weeks and then disappear into the shredder.
I am a realist, not prone to outlandish dreams, and thus, rarely disappointed.
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