On Gold Mountain: The One-Hundred-Year Odyssey of My Chinese-American Family

On Gold Mountain: The One-Hundred-Year Odyssey of My Chinese-American Family

by Lisa See


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In 1867, Lisa See's great-great-grandfather arrived in America, where he prescribed herbal remedies to immigrant laborers who were treated little better than slaves. His son Fong See later built a mercantile empire and married a Caucasian woman, in spite of laws prohibiting interracial marriage. Lisa herself grew up playing in her family's antiques store in Los Angeles's Chinatown, listening to stories of missionaries and prostitutes, movie stars and Chinese baseball teams.
With these stories and her own years of research, Lisa See chronicles the one-hundred-year-odyssey of her Chinese-American family, a history that encompasses racism, romance, secret marriages, entrepreneurial genius, and much more, as two distinctly different cultures meet in a new world.  

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780307950390
Publisher: Knopf Doubleday Publishing Group
Publication date: 02/07/2012
Pages: 464
Sales rank: 105,612
Product dimensions: 5.24(w) x 8.20(h) x 0.94(d)
Age Range: 14 - 18 Years

About the Author

Lisa See is the New York Times bestselling author of Shanghai Girls, Peony in Love, Snow Flower and the Secret Fan, Flower Net (an Edgar Award nominee), The Interior and Dragon Bones. She wrote the libretto for the Los Angeles Opera adaptation of On Gold Mountain and served as curator for the Autry Museum of Western Heritage’s exhibit On Gold Mountain: A Chinese American Experience, also featured at the Smithsonian Institute. The Organization of Chinese American Women named her the 2001 National Woman of the Year. She lives in Los Angeles.


Los Angeles, California

Date of Birth:

February 18, 1955

Place of Birth:

Paris, France


B.A., Loyola Marymount University, 1979

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Fong See, my great-grandfather, left China in 1871 as a youngster, found prosperity on the Gold Mountain (the Chinese name for the United States), and lived to reach his hundredth birthday. Rising out of a mass of nameless Asian immigrants, he became one of the richest and most prominent Chinese in the country. He lured customers into his Asian art store by selling tickets to see a stuffed mermaid. He loved money, and had a childlike enthusiasm for fancy cars. He also had a way with women. My family always “knew” that Fong See had two wives. The marriage between Fong See and Letticie Pruett—my Caucasian great-grandmother—would go on to establish the See name. The second wife, a Chinese waif who had supported herself making firecrackers, was only sixteen when she married my great-grandfather, who was sixty-four at the time. This family always lived under the name of Fong. Altogether, Fong See sired twelve children—five Eurasian, seven Chinese—the last born when he was in his late eighties. This is the story of the Sees and the Fongs and how they assimilated into America.

As a girl, I spent frequent weekends and most of my summer vacations with my paternal grandparents in Chinatown. We would pass through a moon gate guarded by two huge stone lions and enter the dark, cool recesses of our family’s Chinese antique store, the F. Suie One Company, a gigantic mercantile museum that contained, among other things, porcelains taken from the royal kiln and floated downriver on sampans; altars pillaged from provincial temples; and huge architectural carvings shipped in sections to be reconstructed by Fong See’s sons in one of his many warehouses.

At lunchtime, Grandma Stella and I would walk up the street to a restaurant that must have had a real name but that we just called “the little place.” Along the way we’d stop to chat with Blackie at the Sam Sing Butcher Shop, with its gold-leafed roast pig in the window. We’d stop in at Margaret’s International Grocery and brose through the aisles with their salted plums, dried squid, and fermented tofu. At the restaurant, we’d go back to the kitchen to chat with the cook and watch as he packed up our order into cartons.

Once back at the store, I’d go upstairs to the workroom, with its huge machinery and its pinups of sedate Chinese maidens, where my grandfather and great-uncle Bennie would be engulfed by dense clouds of sawdust and the din of saws. Bennie would invariably look at me wild-eyed and shout, “I’m gonna put you in the trash can.” Terrified, I’d scramble back downstairs and my grandfather and uncle would wash up with Lava soap.

After lunch, if I got bored—perhaps after playing in the mountains of straw packing, or climbing into the arms of a gigantic Buddha, or making a fort underneath one of the large altars—Grandma Stella would let me “help” her while she worked on the restoration of a coromandel screen. I might clean brushes or mix ink; sometimes she let me use my fingertips to press clay into the chipped areas. Or I might help my great-aunt Sissee as she dusted and polished her way from the bronze room to the art room to the room for scrolls and fabrics, and from one end of the main hall—which held exquisitely carved furniture—to the other.

In the late afternoons, my grandmother and great-aunt Sissee would relax in wicker chairs in the back of the store over cups of strong tea. During that quiet and comfortable time they would reminisce about the past. They told intriguing and often silly stories about missionaries, prostitutes, tong wars, the all-girl drum corps, and the all-Chinese baseball team. They spoke about how the family had triumphed over racist laws and discrimination. Then, as inevitably as Uncle Bennie’s threat of the trash can, would come my grandmother’s assertion that, “Yes, during the war, the lo fan (white people) made all of us Chinese wear buttons so that they would know we weren’t Japanese.”

My grandmother taught me how to wash the rice until the water ran clear, then—without the aid of a measuring cup—pour water over the grains in the steamer up to the first knuckle of a hand. It didn’t matter if it was her knuckle or mine, she explained; for five thousand years the system had worked perfectly. Finally she would place a few lengths of lop cheung, a delicious pork sausage, on top to cook as the rice steamed. Meanwhile, my grandfather would be chopping ingredients. Once the rice was on, I became my grandfather’s second cook. “The best I ever had,” he used to say. “Together—although all these years later I can’t remember a single thing I did—we would make up a dish of tomato beef for which he was remembered years after his death.”

At family weddings, we’d wait at our table for the bride to come by, and my grandmother would let me be the one I our group to hand over the lai see—“good luck money” wrapped in a red envelope with gold characters of felicity and fortune limned on the outside. My grandmother would take me from table to table through huge banquet rooms, explaining who each and every person was and how they were related to me. “This is your first cousin once removed. This is your third cousin.”

In 1989, Aunt Sissee celebrated her eightieth birthday with a traditional Chinese banquet. I will always remember how my cousins and I left our banquet room to spy on the wedding taking place in the main dining room, where at least five hundred guests kept tapping their chopsticks on their bowls or glasses, making an amazing racket. “Well they must be from Taiwan,” one of the cousins sneered. “You know, FOBs, fresh off the boat.” Since Fong See’s first voyage and his early dubious career selling crotchless underwear to brothels, the family had become the old line, the aristocracy. No longer FOBs, we were ABCs—American-born Chinese.

That evening I gave Sissee a copy of Ruthanne Lum McCunn’s book, Chinese American Portraits, which, for all its tragedies, secrets, and illicit exploits, also conveys a powerful cultural and artistic ethos. Three days later my cousin Leslee called. She wanted me to know that Sissee, her mother as well as my great-aunt and the only living child of my great-grandfather’s half-Chinese, half-Caucasian family, thought it was time for a book to be written about our family and that I was the person to write it. The following week I was over at the store with my tape recorder, listening to the stories Aunt Sissee, my grandmother, and my cousin had to tell. That first day I learned that Fong See was not the first family member to come to the Gold Mountain. His father—my great-great-grandfather—had worked as an herbalist during the building of the transcontinental railroad. I also found out that Fong See had not two but four wives. All through the years my relatives had kept these marriages a secret; bigamy was against the law and embarrassing to his children.

Two months later Sissee died suddenly, but Leslee encouraged me to continue with the book. Our friends and family were getting up into their eighties and nineties, she noted, and when they died their stories would be lost. At Leslee’s urging, I pressed on. My relatives, including my father, who truly were not disposed to participate, did so—I believe—to honor my great-aunt’s wishes.

During the last five years I have interviewed close to one hundred people, rich and poor, Chinese and Caucasian. I struggled with the difficulties posed by different names for the same person: Milton, Ming, Ming-ah, Ah-Ming for my great-uncle; Fong See, Suie On, and See-bok for my great-grandfather. I tried to decipher the heavily accented English of old men who confuse the words for he and she, him and her, in this time and in this town. I spoke with some who could no longer remember their own mothers’ names. “It was a long time ago,” one man told me.

Poring over documents in the National Archives, I discovered that immigration authorities had been after my relatives from the very beginning, but never really caught on to what they were doing. I received help from numerous libraries, historical societies, and academicians. I nagged relatives, friends, and customers to rummage through their attics, basements, and closets for photographs, papers, and other memorabilia from fairs, art shows, and family rites. I looked at films and videotapes, scrapbooks and letters, packing slips and tax records. In total ignorance, I struggled with the difficulties of the Chinese written language: Should I use Mandarin or Cantonese? And how should I romanize it: with the Wade-Giles or Pinyin system? (Ultimately I decided to use Cantonese with the old-fashioned Ade-Giles method, in keeping with the era of the book. However, medicinal words are more properly rendered in Mandarin/Pinyin).

What has emerged is a story of melting—how people and cultures melt in all directions. What I haven’t yet mentioned is that when my grandmother included herself among the Chinese who had to wear buttons during the war, she might be tucking loose strands of red hair into her bun. My grandmother—like my great-grandmother—was Caucasian, but she was Chinese in her heart. She had melted into that side. Over the years, she had packed away her eyelet dresses with their cinched waists, and had adopted black trousers and loose-fitting jackets, which she always wore with a beautiful piece of Chinese jewelry. She learned how to make lettuce soup, how to give those brides their lai see, how to be a proper Chinese daughter-in-law. My great-grandmother, grandmother, and mother were as Caucasian and “American” as they could be, yet they all chose to marry men whose culture was completely different from their own.

Many of the Chinese I interviewed talked about Caucasians as lo fan and fan gway, as white people, “white ghosts.” Often someone would say, by way of explanation, “You know, she was a Caucasian like you.” They never knew how startling it was for me to hear that, because all those years in the store and going to those wedding banquets, I thought I was Chinese. It stood to reason, as all those people were my relatives. I had never really paid much attention to the fact that I had red hair like my grandmother and that the rest of them had straight black hair. But I had other proof as well. All Chinese babies are born with a Mongolian spot—a temporary birthmark in the shape of a cabbage—at the small of their backs. I had a trace of the spot when I was born. Though I don’t physically look Chinese, like my grandmother, I am Chinese in my heart.

Finally, it is hard to read any book on Chinese immigration or the Chinese experience that isn’t critical of other books on the same material. All of them have their own views on racism, poverty, the role of women, language, politics, art, love, and beauty. I don’t know who’s right or wrong, or who’s more historically accurate as opposed to more politically correct. All I can hope to do is tell our story. On Gold Mountain doesn’t purport to be the whole truth—just a truth, one that has been filtered through my heart, my experience, and my research.

Part I
Chapter I

The Wonder Time

Fong Dun Shung hoisted his Gold Mountain bag onto his shoulder and nodded one last time to his wife, daughter, and Number One and Number Four sons. He turned, and began the half-day’s walk to Fatsan, where he would board a sampan and float east through the Pearl River delta to the big city of Canton, then south to Hong Kong, where he would board a ship for Gam Saan, the Gold Mountain, Fong Dun Shung and his second and third sons padded single file along the raised pathways that divided the pale green ricefields that lay just outside the protective wall of Dimtao. How long, he wondered, would it be before they returned home?

Fong Dun Shung had heard of other men who had made their fortunes as Gold Mountain men. Defying the powerful ties of family tradition and the more tangible threats by the Dowager Empress of death by decapitation for leaving China, many men had gone looking for gold. It was said of Gam Saan that a man could find pieces of gold as large as a firstborn son lying openly on the ground for anyone to pick up and keep. Now people talked about this railroad and jobs to be had for any man who was willing to work hard. In his village, the men guessed that even if you couldn’t save one thousand American dollars, you would make at least eight hundred. Fong Dun Shung shifted the weight of his basket from his right shoulder to his left. He was lucky. He was being given a free trip to Gold Mountain, and he and his sons had already been promised jobs.

These had been harsh years for his family. Dimtao was a poor village, and this branch of the Fong family was one of the poorest. Fong Dun Shung didn’t own land, not even one miserable mou in a time when the whole world knew that at least three mou were required to sustain a single life. He couldn’t rent land, for he was too poor even to buy rice seed.

He was an herbalist, trained in an art many thousands of years old. From his father he had learned that the most important thing in the universe was qi—the essential life force—and that the balancing of qi was imperative to maintaining good health. He had learned to envisioned the human body as a universe containing the five elements—wood, fire, earth, metal, and water—and that each of these elements governed a corresponding organ—liver, heart, spleen, lungs, or kidneys. If any of the six essences—wind, cold, summer heat, dampness, dryness, or fire—became overbalanced, then a body would weaken and fall prey to disease and illness. He had learned all this from his father, and in these past years Fong Dun Shung had been teaching his sons.

Fong Dun Shung was a traveling man who, with his older sons, wandered from village to village throughout the countryside. On good days, villagers clustered around as his sons beat gongs to announce their arrival. Then they laid out mats and blankets on the rough dirt outside a family association house inside of which the births and deaths of all of a village’s ancestors were carved into stone and mounted on cool walls. Perhaps it was this close proximity to the thoughts of ancestors, or perhaps it was the kung fu that Fong and his sons performed to attract children and old people. He couldn’t say now. But for many years—as he tossed a son through the air, or moved himself through the exercises based on the movements of the deer, bear, tiger, monkey, and crane, which would be restorative for rheumatism, arthritis, digestive disorders, and chronic fatigue—there had always been customers.

Table of Contents

Foreword xvii

Part I

1 The Wonder Time, 1866-71 3

2 Exclusion, 1872-93 27

3 Love, 1894-97 47

Part II

4 Lo Sang, 1897-1902 61

5 Immigration, 1902-13 76

6 Family Days, 1914-18 87

7 The Home Village, 1919-20 110

Part III

8 Playboys, 1920-24 135

9 The Kidnapping, 1925-28 156

10 Depression, 1929-34 172

11 Memories: Tyrus Tells His Story 186

12 Dragon's Den, 1934-35 193

Part IV

13 Snapshots, 1936-38 209

14 Anna May Speaks (from the Grave) 225

15 Second Chance, 1939-41 231

16 The Mission Family Gets a Daughter-in-Law, 1942-45 254

Part V

17 Hollow Bamboo, 1946-47 277

18 Fire, 1947-50 292

19 Another Marriage, 1951-57 316

Part VI

20 Family Means Everything, 1957-95 343

21 The Home Village II, Spring 1991 360

Epilogue 379

Acknowledgments 387

Sources 391

Reading Group Guide

The questions, topics for discussion, and suggested reading that follow are designed to help your reading group accompany bestselling author Lisa See on a journey into the world of Chinese and Chinese-Americans and to share common life experiences—falling in love, getting married, having children, coping with failure, and facing death— and the universal emotions they evoke.

1. Scholars often speak about the push and pull factors of immigration. What are the things that push people out of their home countries and what pulls them toward a new country? What does Fong See’s search for his father and his early years in Sacramento reveal about the forces that drive him?  What personal skills, attitudes, or attributes account for his success as an entrepreneur? What are some of the similarities and differences between the experiences of See’s Chinese-American family and the experiences of other groups (Italian, Jewish, Mexican, Irish, etc.)? What were the push and pull factors that brought your family here? At what point in your families did people change from being immigrants to Americans? What was involved in that process?

2. “Fong See and Ticie Pruett made good partners . . . ” [p. 55]. Compare Fong See’s view of their marriage [p. 55] to Ticie’s [p. 56]. To what extent is their relationship based on the practical considerations and in what ways does it fulfill their emotional needs?

3. What traditional Chinese customs and beliefs shape the Fong See household? What aspects of Chinese culture does Ticie embrace? How does she foster Fong See’s acceptance of American mores? In what ways does she rebel against her husband’s expectations for his sons and daughter? What concessions does Fong See make and why?  Is Ticie’s approach the best way to create a biracial, bicultural family?

4. One of the underlying themes of On Gold Mountain is personal identity. How does Ticie and Fong See’s sons’ upbringing affect the way they view themselves and the choices they make about their careers, social lives, marriages, and the way they raise their own children? Were the Sees (and Fongs) Chinese or American? Did it depend on the color of their skin or the choices they made on a particular day? In what ways is Sissee’s experience different from her brothers’ experiences? Does one parent have a greater influence on the way her life unfolds?

5. Fong See, his son Eddy, and Eddy’s son Richard all marry Caucasian women. What similarities do you see among the three men as lovers, husbands, and fathers? What does each marriage reflect about the times in which they took place? What does Eddy’s opposition to Richard’s marrying Carolyn convey about the ambivalence often experienced by immigrant parents [p. 330]?

6. What qualities do Ticie, Stella, and Carolyn share? What influence do their family backgrounds have on their expectations and aspirations? How do their approaches to and beliefs about marriage and family differ?

7. What causes Fong See and Ticie’s marriage to fail? Why does Stella remain with Eddy despite his neglect and long-time affair? Does the author present both sides objectively?  Does she treat her own parents’ marriage and divorce in the same way? What do you think of the choices these women—especially Ticie—made and how they lived with the consequences of those decisions?

8. In addition to having a Caucasian mother, what eases the path to assimilation for Ming, Ray, Eddy, and Bennie? Discuss the significance of their appearance and demeanor; the family’s wealth and position; and the America of the 1920s, 1930s, and 1940s—and of Los Angeles in particular.

9. Are the alliances and rivalries among the siblings typical of most families? In what ways do they reflect the unique situation of an immigrant family? What do they show about the importance of how American-born children identify themselves [pp. 288-291]?

10. How does See use the stories of individual women to tell the larger story of women’s roles in history?   In addition to the detailed narratives about the main female characters, what do the vignettes set in China (pp. 29-30, p. 163, for example) and the portraits of Ngon Hung (Fong See’s young fourth wife), Mrs. Leong (Gilbert’s mother), and Anna May Wong (actress) convey about the issues women face and how they deal with them? What strengths or values do the women embody?

11. How well does See integrate historical facts and events? Does the information about political, economic, and social developments in America and in China enhance your understanding of the characters and their lives?

12. What propels Fong See to marry Ngon Hung and how is this marriage different from the one he had with Ticie? How were the children’s experiences different from those in the first family?

13. On Gold Mountain deals with a number of issues that are currently the subject of intense debate in the United States, including racial and ethnic discrimination and immigration policies. What light does the novel shed on the treatment of minority groups during the nineteenth and twentieth centuries? Do you think things have improved? What insights does the novel offer into the current controversies surrounding immigration laws and their enforcement? Does it change your opinion about recent anti-immigration movements?

14. Did reading On Gold Mountain give you a greater sense of connection to or curiosity about your own family’s background? Do you find parallels between the stories See heard about her family and stories told in your own family?

15. See tries hard to be objective, which is difficult to do because of the personal nature of the story. Do you think she succeeds? What do you suppose See’s family’s response was to the book? How do you think your family would react if you wrote your family history?

(For a complete list of available reading group guides, and to sign up for the Reading Group Center enewsletter, visit www.readinggroupcenter.com)

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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
On Gold Mountain is a memoir of Lisa See's family over the last century. It is a work of non-fiction, however it reads very, very much like a fiction novel; thanks to Lisa See's writing. From a historical standpoint, it provides a history of immigration of the Chinese to California,and the trials and obstacles for those who came to Gold Mountain. I am very surprised that there are so few reviews of this book. I would highly recommend this book to readers who enjoy an outstanding book. If you have read Lisa See's other books and liked them, I would definitely recommend this one. As you read this book, you can't help being drawn into the See family, and you establish an emotional connection with them. Heck, by the end of the book, I felt that I was a member of the See family. It was extremely helpful that Lisa See had a family tree in the front of the book; to delineate the numerous members of the family. It's truly a great read!
SOUTHERN-READING-WOMAN More than 1 year ago
On Gold Mountain is, without doubt, one of the best books I have read. After reading Shanghai Girls by Lisa See, I wanted to read the nonfiction story of Lisa's family. The book reads like a novel. She tells the good, the bad, and the ugly. By the end of the book, I felt that I had gained a new family. The book is long with itty-bitty print, but the story is so good, the reading time flies. The story is really genius! How difficult it must have been to start with one's great, great grandfather in the 19th century, find fascinating material, work with the two countries of China and the United States of America, and tell the story to well into the present. I truly grew to love the ancient and traditional Fong See and all of his children by Ticie. How times have changed since we were a land of politically incorrect laws! The famiy overcomes every adversity with a devotion to family, hard work, creativity, and an enjoyment of each other that delights the very soul. Every family has a story, but to tell it in detail and with the fascination of Ms. See's great writing ability is, as I said, "GENIUS!" The book is all heart and love. I hope there will be other memiors as her life progresses.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Lisa See will answer a hundred questions you always wanted to know about the Chinese, their immigration to "Gold Mountain" and their wonderful culture. Never have I read a book so full of real people, their life and the world around them. This is a "can't put it down" piece of literature for sure!
Guest More than 1 year ago
This book was so entertaining that I couldn't put it down. It offers a wonderfully vivid look into a period of our history that seems to be often overlooked. It give details of our country's past as well as that of Lisa's personal heritage. Lisa weaves history in with her story so well, you feel as if you have been there and know these people. Definitely five stars and two thumbs up!
Bittysmom More than 1 year ago
I felt this book was very well written, making history interesting. Learned many things I did not know. If you are a history buff, you should really like this book. Things I didn't like: the pictures were too small on a nook to really see them very well. Most of the family members had two names, some more than two which made it a little hard to decipher who was who at times. I felt the story was very heavy. So if you are in the market for a light, easy read, this is not the book for you. However, it is very good for what it is.
hunchabuncha More than 1 year ago
I love genealogy and have enjoyed Lisa See's other books. I was fascinated by the story of her family's history and the history of major east coast cities as well. The pictures really tie it all together. Really enjoyed it!
Meyer3 More than 1 year ago
I have read all of Lisa See's books and this is my favorite. If you enjoy reading about the histoty of the Chinese in America this book is for you. I couldn't put it down. Please consider putting this out in e book.
cransell on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Lisa See researches and writes an interesting history of her Chinese-American blended family. Having read a fiction book by See, it was interesting to see where she was coming from in real life.
angela.vaughn on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
See has been one of my favorite authors for some time, and this book is what put her there. I read this book several years ago, but still remember it like it was yesterday. Having a blended family myself, it was wonderful to know that See's family blended or not held on to the history of the family with pictures and stories. You get a great history lesson with out knowing it. There is racism, secret love and marriage, family affairs and scandle, big business and failure. I have told everyone that if they find this book, get it- it has to be the best read.
Kimaoverstreet on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I usually buy nonfiction books with good intentions, but often struggle to finish when there's a good fictional story waiting to be read, but I found On Gold Mountain to be easily readable and full of good stories. I have read most of Lisa See's fiction and was interested to see that many elements of her fictional stories came from her own family history.I did not read this book quickly, the print was small in my version and many of the people's names are similiar. I frequently referenced the family tree and maps in the opening section. Lisa See has done a fantastic job of compiling a tremendous amount of information about her colorful family in a highly readable format. I recommend this book to all Lisa See fans, history buffs, and people that enjoy a good story!
Pandababy on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I read On Gold Mountain slowly, with days between chapters to think about new ideas. On Gold Mountain was many things to me.It was an eye-opening revelation to me of how racist our laws and immigration policies were towards the Chinese, up until our recently.It was an amazing journey into Chinese society both in America and in China.It was an uplifting and hopeful account of how, in spite of everything, Chinese immigrants were able to come to America, work, and prosper.It was a heart-breaking indictment of the treatment of the Chinese by our government and big business, particularly the railroads. The suffering and death of so many people has gone too long unnoticed in our history books.It was an amusing commentary on the foibles of human nature, and how love truly can triumph over it all, down through the generations.It was an incredibly well-researched, well-documented and remarkably frank story of one Chinese immigrant and his numerous descendants.In the developing field of social history, and using social history to illuminate a genealogy, On Gold Mountain is a seminal work, published five years prior to the ground-breaking "Bringing Your Family History to Life through social history" by Katherine Scott Sturdevant. As such, it is a remarkable example of the professional standards to which the social historian/genealogist may aspire.Although the family history is rife with bi-racial marriage, multiple wives and concubines, infidelity and divorce, Lisa See presents the story in a sympathetic and factual manner, and avoids sensationalizing her family history. It is as much about the family business of importing Asian art, furniture and folk items, and other businesses the younger generations developed, as it is about the personal history of the family.I would recommend Lisa See's book to anyone planning to write a social history; to all high school and college students in classes on U. S. Government, sociology, immigration, and capitalism. I would also recommend it to anyone who likes a good work of non-fiction about real people.
shieldwolf on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I can't begin to tell you what an Impact this book had on me, Growing up in Las Vegas with most of my relatives in Southern California, and Actually living through some of the times described in this book was a reminiscence beyond description, My Uncle Used to work "The Chinatown Beat" in the 1950's and 60's for the Los Angeles Police Dept. I got goose bumps when I read these story vignettes of Just one family's lifetime of generations, and the Immigration rigmarole that they had to endure. It frightens me to this day because of the "new Politics" and how it affects so many people struggling to learn and earn in a new country. The story's real life struggles indicates the perseverance and deceptions that many go through to hold the family together. Bound by antiquated (In the American mind) traditions and Christian ethics, the culture of China just doesn't make sense. Whether you agree with Ms. See's portrayal of these events or not, believe me they are real. Mr Fong in spite of what some readers might think of his business and familial tactics proceeded to create a business and family under very dire circumstances. and it his he who we have to thank for what ultimately produced the Splendid and learned author of the book. Mr. Fong may have been the grit in the oyster but Ms. See certainly is a fine Specimen of a pearl. Hee hee sorry no Gold just "pearls of great price" Interesting too is one of Lisa later books is about a girl named Pearl. There are no coincidences.
creighley on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
The story of Lisa See's Chinese family's immigration to the United States and the condition of the Chinese people in the United States. A little long.....a lot of names.....For the most part it was an intriguing tale of the hardships the Chinese had to endure and the remarkable success of this famiy.
KarenHerndon on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
This is a wonderful nonfiction story of the authors Chinese side of her family. Starting with immigration during the time of building the railroad in California to current times. It is wonderfully written and flows like a nonfiction read. I didn't want it to end, but then I love everything Lisa See has written. I would highly recommend this book.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Five stars,
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
As a fan of Lisa See’s books, I enjoyed this story of her family. It’s a bit long due to the depth of detail but is still an interesting journey of her family history.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I enjoyed the book but the frequent trips off track to talk about seemingly unrelated people and things was distracting.
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Two2dogs More than 1 year ago
LOVED IT! I just love Lisa See's books, should have read this one first, for me a story is more interesting when it involves real people, this is HER family history. The story reminded me that we should sit and listen to our elders tell their story so its not lost, I highly recommend this book.
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