"On Sundays, the extended family came to the Big House for day long family meals... In the living room, the men of the family sat discussing world affairs in sanctimonious, barking tones. Hmong, like other Asian languages, is tonal. Meaning removed, the converstaion had a swooping sound. Long words flew out and then snapped back".
One thing that did strike me as the reader was the baggage that I bought to the text: I'm at the close of my thirties and experienced much of this university, travelling, dating life and I suppose that I read Lee's examination of her casual sex with an older woman's viewpoint.It ofetn read with a tone of doubt, or defensiveness in it. I felt that she was looking for something more, despite her protests within the text that she was enjoying the freedoms that she was partaking in: but maybe that's just me projecting. Nonetheless, I enjoyed dipping into that lifestyle via Lee's memoir, just as I enjoy watching Lena Durham's Girls. And I enjoyed dipping into the Melbourne art scene as a Sydneysider as well. An enjoyable memoir, and hopefully Lee will write some fiction in the future as well. She's very readable.
*This review is part of the Australian Womens Writers Challenge 2014
http://australianwomenwriters.com/
