A Long Stay in a Distant Land: A Novel
The Lums are cursed. Their early deaths come randomly, strangely, and often, be it by tainted cheeseburger or speeding ice cream truck. The most recent victim is Louis Lum's mother. Now Louis must move back home with his gangsta rap-obsessed father, Sonny, to prevent him from enacting the revenge he promises. But soon Louis's concern shifts to his uncle Bo Lum, who has disappeared in Hong Kong. As Louis's search progresses, the tragicomic story of three generations of Lums in America is revealed.
Chieh Chieng graduated from the creative writing program at the University of California, Irvine, and has been published in Glimmer Train, the Threepenny Review, and the Santa Monica Review.
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"This is a dazzling debut: poignant, prickly, and deliciously absurd."-Booklist
"[Chieng is] a fresh comic voice...a touching and auspicious debut."-Orange Country Register
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A LONG STAY IN A DISTANT LANDUser Review - Jane Doe - Kirkus
Tired of overstuffed family sagas? How about a family saga lite? That's what Chieng, spoofing the genre, offers in his debut.Tongue-in-cheek, Chieng starts with a family tree, dated 2002, of the Lums ... Read full review
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