Peach Blossom Spring is a beautiful novel about war, migration, and the power of telling our stories. It is a bold and moving look at the history of modern China, told through the story of one family. It’s about the power of our past, the hope for a better future, and the haunting question: What would it mean to finally be home?
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I think it’s more that writing gives shape to my life. As someone who has always kept journals, the practice of putting pen to page is how I make sense of the world. At the same time, my experiences shape the writing in that my starting points tend to be something from life – a memory I can’t stop thinking about, a moment that stopped me in my tracks. Whether the writing becomes a poem, essay, or piece of fiction depends on how it proceeds. Perhaps now I’m a little more patient than I would have been as a younger writer. I’m more willing to let the writing develop and become itself, rather than trying to make a particular point or argument. It’s as interesting to me to discover what I’m writing about as I go along as it is to go back later and improve it.
I recently found a video of the Japanese violinist, Shunsuke Sato playing J.S. Bach’s Violin Partita in D Minor in a historic church in the Netherlands. It is night, the church is lit with strange, beautiful shadows, the rapt audience is only a handful of people, and he plays from memory. I’ve loved this piece of music for a long time, and somehow, to find this incredibly haunting performance feels like a bit of serendipity.
Oh, so many! I love children’s books. Here are a few that come to mind – Harold and The Purple Crayon by Crockett Johnson, The Snowy Day by Ezra Jack Keats, all of the Richard Scarry books. The book I reread the most times as a child was L.M. Montgomery’s Anne of Green Gables.
My 18-year-old son is the noodle king and has taken to making amazing lunches. I will miss his concoctions when he goes to university! (I’ll miss him, too.)