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SOURCE: A review of Monkey King, in Kirkus Reviews, November 15, 1996, p. 1618.
[In the following review, the critic praises Chao's ability in Monkey King to write a complex novel dealing with difficult themes in a seemingly effortless style.]
[Monkey King is a] skilled first novel that chronicles a young Chinese-American woman's breakdown and recovery, and her concurrent exploration of her family's murky emotional landscape.
When the story begins, 28-year-old Sally Wang is on 24-hour suicide watch at a mental institution that looks like the New England boarding school she once attended. With fellow patients like Lillith, who thinks that she's Joan of Arc, and 19-year-old Mel, who's flirty and prone to violence, Sally endures endless group therapy. Eventually, she begins to talk about her family. Originally from a small Chinese farming village, Sally's father had come to the US with dreams of being a physicist, but his sponsors died, and he ended up gloomy, frustrated, a failure. He also repeatedly raped Sally. Sally's tight-lipped mother didn't intervene and now, at family therapy, accuses Sally of having made up the incest thing. Sally's boy-crazy sister Marty also fails to support her. Sprung from the facility, Sally goes to St. Petersburg, Florida, for what turns out to be an experience in corrective parenting with her mother's less rigid sister Mabel and her husband Richard, who's respectful, generous, and amiable. Still feeling out of sorts, Sally sifts through memories of her unhappy marriage while clearing the yard of bruised grapefruits. She also begins an affair with a stranger that triggers, amidst much pleasure, the memories of the abuse, an advance over the all-encompassing numbness she's felt most of her life. Chao, meantime, never seems to be working hard to bring all this about: Her piercing eye for detail and her mastery of structure go almost unnoticed as Sally's adventures, ruminations, and memories layer one upon the next. But the novel's real strength is psychological portraiture. Every character (including the father) is multidimensional, carried along on deep currents of feeling of which they are often thoroughly (and believably) unaware.
Moving, lively, relentless, and deeply sad: an uncommonly accomplished debut.
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SOURCE: A review of Monkey King, in Salon Magazine, February 27, 1997.
[In the following review, Kirk admires Chao's focus in Monkey King on the gulf between generations of immigrants to America but finds the protagonist's final resolution "almost unbearably naive."]
Midway through this accomplished first novel [Monkey King], we learn that there's an old Chinese folk tale about an evil god called the Monkey King. He has a special pole—the primary instrument of his mischief-making—that he can "make small to carry, big to hit people with." As it happens. "Monkey King" is also the name assumed by the narrator's father in the middle of the night, when he comes to his daughter's bed to force himself on her. This is where you start thinking: Please, not another Dad's-magic-pole story. But Chao succeeds with a difficult subject; she has taken a topic that nowadays veers dangerously close to cliché and written a well-crafted and engaging story.
Monkey King begins when Sally Wang, the deeply troubled 27-ycar-old narrator, is on her way to a psychiatric hospital following a botched suicide attempt. In family therapy, she's eager to discuss her history of sexual abuse, to exorcise her monstrous memories. Her mother, however (who knew of the late-night violations), dismisses Sally's accusations as lies. Herein lies the book's essential disjunction: Sally is Chinese-American (emphasis on the American); her parents are Chinese—and the ways in which these characters pursue and deal with self-knowledge are sharply divided along cultural lines. Therapy appears to help Sally, as does a divorce from an unhappy marriage. Her mother—who ought to consider both—scorns these choices as breaches of Confucian law, signs of failure.
Inasmuch as this novel is about a desperate young woman trying to make peace with her traumatic past, it is also about the chasm that can separate first-generation immigrants from their children. Throughout, members of the extended Wang family weave in and out of the narrative, principally to show how assimilation can be managed in highly individualized ways. Sally's parents—her father, particularly—are the only characters for whom this is impossible, and it is their children who suffer.
As tragic as all this sounds, one's sympathy for Sally is tempered with disbelief. Her attempt to tie up her life in a satisfying bow is almost unbearably naive: "Family was fatal but they created you after all. Who would I be if it hadn't been for Monkey King, if I didn't have his breath and bones and blood, if he hadn't made his mark on me?" The answer, I can only surmise, is a much happier person.
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SOURCE: A review of Monkey King, in The New York Times, March 16, 1997, p. 21.
[In the following review, Gambone calls Monkey King "a considerable achievement," despite finding the novel's ending "reductive."]
At 28, Sally Wang would seem to have many advantages, including a fine education and a promising career as an art director in New York. But "all this American stuff" cannot dispel the ghost that haunts her—that of her father, now dead, who sexually molested her as a child. After an attempted suicide, Sally embarks on the painful process of exorcising this demon and coming to terms with the lies and blind spots in herself and her family—a family in which filial respect, perfectionism and the public pretense that, as she puts it, "everything's hunky-dory" obscure hard realities. This is a familiar theme in contemporary Chinese-American literature, but Patricia Chao, who makes her debut with this novel, explores it with freshness and aplomb. In short, delicately sketched scenes, she convincingly portrays Sally's awakening to the fact that her life has been an attempt "to numb the monster inside me." The second half of the novel turns to Sally's struggle to understand her parents, giving them a surprisingly empathetic hearing. The Wangs' sense of displacement, the "continuing seasickness of immigrants." is a major theme. Although in this section the exposition occasionally drags, and the conclusion feels reductive, Monkey King is still a considerable achievement, the work of a writer worthy of serious attention.
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SOURCE: "A Woman's Fight to Overcome Devastating Childhood Memories," in Chicago Tribune Books, March 23, 1997, Sec. 14.
[In the following review, Wiltz offers praise for Chao's deft handling of the destructive power of memory in Monkey King.]
Memory is a tricky thing; it won't be denied. Squash it down, stuff the pain into some dark place and it will emerge like a boil, turgid and tender, demanding in a loud voice to be attended to. Now.
When this happens, life can never be the same again. Old thoughts, beliefs, hopes and wishes fly every which way until they land in some crazy reconfiguration. Life can never be the same again—if you can even survive the onslaught of memory with mind, body and soul intact.
Such is the premise of Patricia Chao's lyrically written debut novel, Monkey King, which is told from the first-person perspective of a 27-ycar-Chinese-Amcrican woman fighting to regain her sanity after a devastating childhood.
Sally Wang is the embodiment of the yuppie dream: great job, great husband, great apartment filled with antiques. An oasis of seeming calm, Sally is living the glamorous life in New York City. As she puts it: "I am not the kind of person anyone ever expected to go crazy. That's more my sister's department. The only extreme thing I'd ever done in my life was to drop out of college to get married. I thought I'd never have to make a big decision again, except maybe whether or not to have children."
Except that Sally decides to leave the great husband and the great job and hide out in an East Village apartment that contains nothing more than her clothes, a mattress, "one mug, one glass, one plate, one set of cutlery, a single pair of chopsticks" and $80 worth of paint she has shoplifted from an art-supplies store in Chinatown. She is in search of a simple life, an extremely simple life.
But Sally's life is not simple. She wanders the grocery aisles at D'Agostino's, her distracted state raising the eyebrows of store clerks. Benign objects—fruit, a treasured stuffed animal—take on an ominous air, threatening her one minute, cajoling her the next. Her left arm is decorated with "tiger stripes," delicate scars bearing silent testimony to the nights when she sat, alone with her X-acto knife, slicing precise, inch-long wounds into her skin: "I was cracking up and I knew it and I couldn't stop it."
Memory is stalking her—the memory of her father and year upon year of incest: "I had killed [Daddy] in my head long ago, long before he actually died. What he had done to me was horrific. Still, I'd recovered. I'd even gotten married. So what was the problem? Why was he plaguing me now?
"USELESS GIRL. WALKING PIECE OF MEAT."
Tormented by the past, the pieces of her life unraveling willy-nilly, Sally moves back to her mother's New Haven home and enlists the aid of a psychotherapist. But she can't seem to elude the grasp of the Monkey King, an evil god from Chinese folklore. When she was a child, in order to suppress what was happening, it was the Monkey King, rather than her father, who would come creeping into her bedroom, pinning her arms down while he did unspeakable things to her as her little sister, Marty, watched in the next bed.
Now that Sally is an adult, the Monkey King continues to haunt her. She swallows a handful of pills and ends up in a mental hospital in rural Connecticut, where the patients boast about the creativity of their suicide attempts.
Sally is not the only one damaged by the legacy of incest. Her sister skips from man to man, dabbles in drugs, shoplifts and belittles Sally. Her immigrant mother, a mathematics professor, refuses to believe that anything bad happened to Sally: "He was a good father…. Look what he sacrificed for you…. Work so hard to pay for your education. Then what happens. No-good daughter. You disappoint him so much…."
With cleanly understated prose and exquisite imagery, Chao skillfully laces past and present, China and America into a compelling tale of one woman's fight for her life and her identity. It is Sally's story to tell, but other characters leap to life: Mel, the wise-beyond-his-years teenager whom Sally meets in the mental hospital and seduces in Florida; Sally's childless Auntie Mabel and Uncle Richard, who embrace her and point her toward healing; and her father, the Monkey King, who lights up her days with trips to Disneyland and darkens her nights with his visits to her bedroom.
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SOURCE: A review of Monkey King, in Time, Vol. 149, No. 18, May 5, 1997, p. 101.
[In the following review, Farley praises Chao's reliance on details to build a powerful and meaningful story in Monkey King.]
Chao's intermittently witty and highly readable Monkey King … deals with menial illness, mysticism and sexual abuse. The narrator, 28-year-old Sally Wang, is a Chinese-American woman who has just suffered a mental breakdown. The book's power comes not from some wild psychological portrait of a mind in turmoil but from its careful detailing of Sally's life at the mental institution in which she attempts a recovery. Sally's family history is also nuanced and believable; small observations add up. Recalling her childhood, Sally says, "Because my parents had not been prepared for a girl, I had no name for the first two months of my life."
Sally's breakdown is prompted partly by her assimilation anxiety as the child of Chinese-American immigrants; by book's end, however, she is a universal character whose struggle for identity anyone can identify with. "At my readings there's been an interesting mix," says Chao. "Out of, say, 35 people, there will be about five Asians. I also thought when I was writing it that it was a 'chick book.' But my audience has been divided about fifty-fifty between men and women."
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