A sly debut story collection that conjures the experience of adolescence through the eyes of Chinese American girls growing up in New York City—for readers of Zadie Smith and Helen Oyeyemi.
Winner of the
Los Angeles Times
Book Prize •
Winner of the PEN/Robert W. Bingham Prize for Debut Fiction
• Finalist for the New York Public Library’s Young Lions Fiction Award
NAMED ONE OF THE BEST BOOKS OF THE YEAR BY
The New Yorker
• NPR •
O: The Oprah Magazine
•
The Guardian
Esquire
New York
BuzzFeed
A fresh new voice emerges with the arrival of
Sour Heart
, establishing Jenny Zhang as a frank and subversive interpreter of the immigrant experience in America. Her stories cut across generations and continents, moving from the fraught halls of a public school in Flushing, Queens, to the tumultuous streets of Shanghai, China, during the Cultural Revolution of the 1960s. In the absence of grown-ups, latchkey kids experiment on each other until one day the experiments turn violent; an overbearing mother abandons her artistic aspirations to come to America but relives her glory days through karaoke; and a shy loner struggles to master English so she can speak to God.
Narrated by the daughters of Chinese immigrants who fled imperiled lives as artists back home only to struggle to stay afloat—dumpster diving for food and scamming Atlantic City casino buses to make a buck—these seven stories showcase Zhang’s compassion, moral courage, and a perverse sense of humor reminiscent of
Portnoy’s Complaint
. A darkly funny and intimate rendering of girlhood,
examines what it means to belong to a family, to find your home, leave it, reject it, and return again.
Praise for
“[Jenny Zhang’s] coming-of-age tales are coarse and funny, sweet and sour, told in language that’s rough-hewn yet pulsating with energy.”
—
USA Today
“One of the knockout fiction debuts of the year.”
—New York
“Compelling writing about what it means to be a teenager . . . It’s brilliant, it’s dark, but it’s also humorous and filled with love.”
Isaac Fitzgerald,
Today
“[A] combustible collection . . . in a class of its own.”
—Booklist
(starred review)
“Gorgeous and grotesque . . . [a] tremendous debut.”
Slate