is about making a home when you are a nomad, and adding an American self to the many selves that the world’s myriad, bewildering places throw at one body. It is about how travel and restlessness wrench us and teach us about ourselves, how our losses compound our loves, and how endlessly absorbing the idea of home remains, particularly when we keep losing sight of it. Orbiting the globe, this collection narrates encounters in a transnational American’s circuit. As much about Hong Kong as the west coast of the United States, it bundles transients and family, nature and city, the still point within and characters everywhere, to produce a fresh, ethnically inflected poetics.
In lifelong exile, Shirley Geok-lin Lim writes new poems from countries and islands all over the world. Her awed voice reaches our ears, and we get to know ourselves, from myriad views. I love this poet who’s “not being an honest woman!”
Maxine Hong Kingston, author of The Woman Warrior, China Men, and Tripmaster Monkey