In Sandy Tseng’s first collection, leaving is both what remains and the act of going to another place, a different lifestyle, an unknown afterlife. This book recounts the pleasures and terrors of transition, of being “in between languages.” We travel with Tseng, learning that the sediment of our lives—received traditions, half-recalled memories, accrued possessions—might also be the fragments by which we recognize a future life, here or elsewhere.
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