The green fruit would collect on the ground before we threw them to be devoured with the fervor we reserved for galas and granny smiths.

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The green fruit would collect on the ground before we threw them to be devoured with the fervor we reserved for galas and granny smiths.

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“Giving women voice” does not necessarily mean they will be heard or believed. From feminist refusal in Chang-Rae Lee’s A Gesture Life to the quiet resistance of comfort women statues.

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Fearing the fruit cutting expectations of Korean mother-in-laws

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When they called me spoiled, they meant that I was a rotten fruit, left out to waste in the humidity, sullied by forces beyond their control.

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The kumquat’s sweetness was a disguise, and once it was disrobed in your mouth, the meat inside was sour enough to make your mouth buck, to wring your tongue of its language.

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Who would keep the tree living, years after my grandparents have passed?

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As a historian and musician, Julian Saporiti has toured past and present sites of migrant detention. He calls his project No-No Boy.

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John Okada deserves credit for framing his book around the character of a resister—but he missed the opportunity to portray the depth and breadth of principled protest by incarcerated Japanese Americans.

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it was such a big no-no that I had this impression of dialects 方方言言 being like swear words, or haram

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The questions of who can eat what, and where, and with whom, are facts of Malaysian life, negotiated daily and often subconsciously.

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There’s no shame in loving durian at this New York City haven.

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To fix myself, it seems, is to become a ghost of myself.

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Sometimes, I only want to eat the skin.

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What a royal feeling to look into that bag and imagine something new on my tongue on a day like that.

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I wondered how many cherries babies could eat, and what they might think of the taste, or if they just know that the sugar tasted good.

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Pauline Park, Myles Markham, and Xoài Pham on the queer historical figures across Asia that have inspired in them a sense of belonging

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Earlier this year, Penguin released a competing edition of John Okada’s 1957 novel No-No Boy, claiming that it was in the public domain. They didn’t grasp how the history of the novel’s publication is as important as the novel.

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In 2019, No-No Boy is bigger than it’s ever been. But the book that was saved was always haunted by the books that were lost.

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This involves modulating my voice and accent so that I sound more Malay. It’s like having to work for my right to eat there.

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Interrogating the Asian American disconnect
in the debate over NYC’s specialized high schools

Essays

The green fruit would collect on the ground before we threw them to be devoured with the fervor we reserved for galas and granny smiths.

Essays

There’s no shame in loving durian at this New York City haven.

Essays

“Giving women voice” does not necessarily mean they will be heard or believed. From feminist refusal in Chang-Rae Lee’s A Gesture Life to the quiet resistance of comfort women statues.

Essays

To fix myself, it seems, is to become a ghost of myself.

Essays

Fearing the fruit cutting expectations of Korean mother-in-laws

Essays

Sometimes, I only want to eat the skin.

Essays

When they called me spoiled, they meant that I was a rotten fruit, left out to waste in the humidity, sullied by forces beyond their control.

Essays

What a royal feeling to look into that bag and imagine something new on my tongue on a day like that.

Essays

The kumquat’s sweetness was a disguise, and once it was disrobed in your mouth, the meat inside was sour enough to make your mouth buck, to wring your tongue of its language.

Essays

I wondered how many cherries babies could eat, and what they might think of the taste, or if they just know that the sugar tasted good.

Essays

Who would keep the tree living, years after my grandparents have passed?

Essays

Pauline Park, Myles Markham, and Xoài Pham on the queer historical figures across Asia that have inspired in them a sense of belonging

Essays

As a historian and musician, Julian Saporiti has toured past and present sites of migrant detention. He calls his project No-No Boy.

Essays

Earlier this year, Penguin released a competing edition of John Okada’s 1957 novel No-No Boy, claiming that it was in the public domain. They didn’t grasp how the history of the novel’s publication is as important as the novel.

Essays

John Okada deserves credit for framing his book around the character of a resister—but he missed the opportunity to portray the depth and breadth of principled protest by incarcerated Japanese Americans.

Essays

In 2019, No-No Boy is bigger than it’s ever been. But the book that was saved was always haunted by the books that were lost.

Essays

it was such a big no-no that I had this impression of dialects 方方言言 being like swear words, or haram

Essays

This involves modulating my voice and accent so that I sound more Malay. It’s like having to work for my right to eat there.

Essays

The questions of who can eat what, and where, and with whom, are facts of Malaysian life, negotiated daily and often subconsciously.

Essays

Interrogating the Asian American disconnect
in the debate over NYC’s specialized high schools