Minor Feelings
An Asian American Reckoning
(Sprache: Englisch)
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NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER PULITZER PRIZE FINALIST NATIONAL BOOK CRITICS CIRCLE AWARD WINNER ONE OF TIME S 100 MOST INFLUENTIAL PEOPLE A ruthlessly honest, emotionally charged, and utterly original exploration of Asian American consciousnessBrilliant . . . To read this book is to become more human. Claudia Rankine, author of Citizen
In development as a television series starring and adapted by Greta Lee One of Time s 10 Best Nonfiction Books of the Year Named One of the Best Books of the Year by The New York Times, The Washington Post, NPR, New Statesman, BuzzFeed, Esquire, The New York Public Library, and Book Riot
Poet and essayist Cathy Park Hong fearlessly and provocatively blends memoir, cultural criticism, and history to expose fresh truths about racialized consciousness in America. Part memoir and part cultural criticism, this collection is vulnerable, humorous, and provocative and its relentless and riveting pursuit of vital questions around family and friendship, art and politics, identity and individuality, will change the way you think about our world.
Binding these essays together is Hong s theory of minor feelings. As the daughter of Korean immigrants, Cathy Park Hong grew up steeped in shame, suspicion, and melancholy. She would later understand that these minor feelings occur when American optimism contradicts your own reality when you believe the lies you re told about your own racial identity. Minor feelings are not small, they re dissonant and in their tension Hong finds the key to the questions that haunt her.
With sly humor and a poet s searching mind, Hong uses her own story as a portal into a deeper examination of racial consciousness in America today. This intimate and devastating book traces her relationship to the English language, to shame and depression, to poetry and female friendship. A radically honest work of art, Minor Feelings forms a portrait of
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one Asian American psyche and of a writer s search to both uncover and speak the truth.
Praise for Minor Feelings
Hong begins her new book of essays with a bang. . . .The essays wander a variegated terrain of memoir, criticism and polemic, oscillating between smooth proclamations of certainty and twitches of self-doubt. . . . Minor Feelings is studded with moments [of] candor and dark humor shot through with glittering self-awareness. The New York Times
Hong uses her own experiences as a jumping off point to examine race and emotion in the United States. Newsweek
Powerful . . . [Hong] brings together memoiristic personal essay and reflection, historical accounts and modern reporting, and other works of art and writing, in order to amplify a multitude of voices and capture Asian America as a collection of contradictions. She does so with sharp wit and radical transparency. Salon
Praise for Minor Feelings
Hong begins her new book of essays with a bang. . . .The essays wander a variegated terrain of memoir, criticism and polemic, oscillating between smooth proclamations of certainty and twitches of self-doubt. . . . Minor Feelings is studded with moments [of] candor and dark humor shot through with glittering self-awareness. The New York Times
Hong uses her own experiences as a jumping off point to examine race and emotion in the United States. Newsweek
Powerful . . . [Hong] brings together memoiristic personal essay and reflection, historical accounts and modern reporting, and other works of art and writing, in order to amplify a multitude of voices and capture Asian America as a collection of contradictions. She does so with sharp wit and radical transparency. Salon
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UnitedMy depression began with an imaginary tic.
For an hour, I stared at the mirror, waiting for my eyelid to flutter or the corner of my mouth to tingle.
Do you see my tic? I asked my husband.
No.
Do you see my tic now? I asked my husband.
No.
Do you see my tic now? I asked my husband.
No!
In my early twenties, I used to have an actual tic in my right eyelid that spread so that my right facial muscles contracted my eye into an occasional Popeye squint. I found out I had a rare neuromuscular condition called hemifacial spasm, triggered by two cranial nerves behind my ear that became twisted. In 2004, when I was twenty-six years old, a doctor in Pittsburgh corrected my spasms by inserting a tiny sponge to separate the two entwined nerves.
Now, seven years later, I was convinced my spasms had returned that somehow the sponge had slipped and my nerves had knotted themselves up again. My face was no longer my face but a mask of trembling nerves threatening to mutiny. There was a glitch in the machine. Any second, a nerve could misfire and spasm like a snaking hose hissing water. I thought about my face so much I could feel my nerves, and my nerves felt ticklish. The face is the most naked part of ourselves, but we don t realize it until the face is somehow injured, and then all we think of is its naked condition.
My self-conscious habits returned. I found elaborate ruses to hide my face in public, cradling my cheek against my hand as if I were in constant dismay, or looking away to quietly ponder a question about the weather when all I could think of was my ticklish nerves that could, any second, seize my face into a tic.
There was no tic.
It was my mind threatening mutiny. I was turning paranoid, obsessive. I wanted someone to unscrew my head and screw on a less neurotic head.
Stinking thinking, my husband called my thinking.
To try to fall asleep, I ingested whiskey, then whiskey with Ambien, then whiskey with
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Ambien, Xanax, and weed, but nothing could make me sleep. When I could not sleep, I could not think. When I could not think, I could not write nor could I socialize and carry on a conversation. I was the child again. The child who could not speak English.
I lived in a beautiful rent-stabilized loft on an unremarkable corridor of Lower Broadway known for its retail jeans stores that pumped out a wallpaper of Hot 97 hits. I was finally living the New York life I wanted. I was recently married and had just finished writing a book. There was no reason for me to be depressed. But anytime I was happy, the fear of an awful catastrophe would follow, so I made myself feel awful to preempt the catastrophe from hitting. Overtaxed by this anxiety, I sank into deep depression. A friend said that when she was depressed, she felt like a sloth that fell from its tree. An apt description. I was dull, depleted, until I had to go out and interface with the public, and then I felt flayed.
I decided to see a therapist to treat my depression. I wanted a Korean American therapist because I wouldn t have to explain myself as much. She d look at me and just know where I was coming from. Out of the hundreds of New York therapists available on the Aetna database of mental health care providers, I found exactly one therapist with a Korean surname. I left a message for her and she called me back. We set up a consultation.
Her small, dimly lit waiting room had a framed Diego Rivera poster of a kneeling woman holding a giant basket of calla lilies. The whole room was furnished in Rivera s tranquilizing palette: the brown vase of cattails, the caramel leather armchair, a rug the color of dying coral.
The therapist opened her door. The first thing I noticed was the siz
I lived in a beautiful rent-stabilized loft on an unremarkable corridor of Lower Broadway known for its retail jeans stores that pumped out a wallpaper of Hot 97 hits. I was finally living the New York life I wanted. I was recently married and had just finished writing a book. There was no reason for me to be depressed. But anytime I was happy, the fear of an awful catastrophe would follow, so I made myself feel awful to preempt the catastrophe from hitting. Overtaxed by this anxiety, I sank into deep depression. A friend said that when she was depressed, she felt like a sloth that fell from its tree. An apt description. I was dull, depleted, until I had to go out and interface with the public, and then I felt flayed.
I decided to see a therapist to treat my depression. I wanted a Korean American therapist because I wouldn t have to explain myself as much. She d look at me and just know where I was coming from. Out of the hundreds of New York therapists available on the Aetna database of mental health care providers, I found exactly one therapist with a Korean surname. I left a message for her and she called me back. We set up a consultation.
Her small, dimly lit waiting room had a framed Diego Rivera poster of a kneeling woman holding a giant basket of calla lilies. The whole room was furnished in Rivera s tranquilizing palette: the brown vase of cattails, the caramel leather armchair, a rug the color of dying coral.
The therapist opened her door. The first thing I noticed was the siz
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Autoren-Porträt von Cathy Park Hong
Cathy Park Hong is the author of three poetry collections including Dance Dance Revolution, chosen by Adrienne Rich for the Barnard Women Poets Prize, and Engine Empire. Hong is a recipient of the Windham-Campbell Literature Prize, a Guggenheim Fellowship, and a National Endowment for the Arts Fellowship. Her poems have been published in Poetry, The New York Times, The Paris Review, McSweeney s, Boston Review, and other journals. She is the poetry editor of The New Republic and full professor at the Rutgers University Newark MFA program in poetry. In 2021, she was named one of Time s 100 most influential people in the world.
Bibliographische Angaben
- Autor: Cathy Park Hong
- 2021, 224 Seiten, Maße: 13 x 20,2 cm, Kartoniert (TB), Englisch
- Verlag: ONE WORLD
- ISBN-10: 1984820389
- ISBN-13: 9781984820389
- Erscheinungsdatum: 22.03.2021
Sprache:
Englisch
Pressezitat
[A] formidable new essay collection . . . I read Minor Feelings in a fugue of enveloping recognition and distancing flinch. . . . [Cathy Park] Hong is writing in agonized pursuit of a liberation that doesn t look white a new sound, a new affect, a new consciousness and the result feels like what she was waiting for. Jia Tolentino, author of Trick MirrorMinor Feelings is a major reckoning, pulling no punches as the author uses her life s flashpoints to give voice to a wider Asian American experience, one with cascading consequences. NPR
Hong dissects her experiences as an Asian American to create an intricate meditation on racial awareness in the U.S. Through a combination of cultural criticism and personal stories, Hong, a poet, lays bare the shame and confusion she felt in her youth as the daughter of Korean immigrants, and the way those feelings morphed as she grew older. From analyzing Richard Pryor s stand-up to interrogating her relationship with the English language, Hong underscores essential themes of identity and otherness. Time
Cathy Park Hong s new memoir confronts the tough questions of Asian American identity. Drawing its title from Hong s theory regarding the impact of racial stereotypes and lies on ethnic minorities, this memoir-in-essays is a must-read at a time of rising racist violence and distrust. Bustle
An incendiary nonfiction book about a pressing social issue of the day . . . With its mix of the personal and political, Minor Feelings is the kind of trenchant social critique that s bound to get people talking. BuzzFeed
Hong busts out of the closed loop of Asian American discourse and takes off at a run. It s not that she doesn t address the model minority myth, the brutality of casual racism, or the mortifications of a first-gen childhood; she writes passionately about how Asians are dismissed, the lowly carpenter ants of the service industry. It s just that she also makes every
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immigrant talking point, as she calls them, viscerally specific. . . . Hong s essays make a case for solidarity that begins at self-awareness. GEN
At-times funny, often deeply thought-provoking work . . . Minor Feelings is an urgent consideration of identity, social structures, and artistic practice. It s a necessary intervention in a world burgeoning with creativity but stymied by a lack of language and ability to grapple with nuance. Hong takes a step in remedying that. Chicago Review of Books
Self aware and relentlessly sharp essays. Nimble, smart, and deliberate, Minor Feelings is a major conversation starter. Marie Claire
With radical candor, Cathy Hong Park critically examines what it means to be Asian American today and challenges herself and her readers to abandon the idea of a monolithic Asian American experience and instead acknowledge a range of racialized emotions which have been heretofore dismissed. Ms.
Part memoir, part cultural criticism, the poet and essayist s Cathy Park Hong s first book of prose had me underlining and annotating nearly every page. R. O. Kwon, Electric Literature
At-times funny, often deeply thought-provoking work . . . Minor Feelings is an urgent consideration of identity, social structures, and artistic practice. It s a necessary intervention in a world burgeoning with creativity but stymied by a lack of language and ability to grapple with nuance. Hong takes a step in remedying that. Chicago Review of Books
Self aware and relentlessly sharp essays. Nimble, smart, and deliberate, Minor Feelings is a major conversation starter. Marie Claire
With radical candor, Cathy Hong Park critically examines what it means to be Asian American today and challenges herself and her readers to abandon the idea of a monolithic Asian American experience and instead acknowledge a range of racialized emotions which have been heretofore dismissed. Ms.
Part memoir, part cultural criticism, the poet and essayist s Cathy Park Hong s first book of prose had me underlining and annotating nearly every page. R. O. Kwon, Electric Literature
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