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Flatiron Books: Four Treasures of the Sky by Jenny Tinghui Zhang

Flatiron Books: Four Treasures of the Sky by Jenny Tinghui Zhang

Flatiron Books: Four Treasures of the Sky by Jenny Tinghui Zhang

Flatiron Books: Four Treasures of the Sky by Jenny Tinghui Zhang

Four Treasures of the Sky

by Jenny Tinghui Zhang

Jenny Tinghui Zhang's breathtaking debut novel, Four Treasures of the Sky, opens like a traditional hero's journey, something that might need multiple sequels to encompass the breadth and ambition of its saga. But the story is pared down to its essence and thus reads more like poetry, subtle but effective, taut without sacrificing immersion. This continent-hopping coming-of-age story set in the late 1800s follows young Daiyu, named after the fictional poet Lin Daiyu of Chinese literature. Our protagonist despises this name for the curse she feels it puts upon her: a life doomed to sadness and frailty. At home in China, in the comfort and familiarity of her fishing village, Daiyu vows she will shed the melancholy of Lin Daiyu's legacy.

When her parents disappear one night for reasons Daiyu can't understand--she later learns they were arrested--she's shipped away to Zhifu by her grandmother for her own safety. Far from her beloved village and desperate for any kind of work, Daiyu clings to the gift her family gave her: she is skilled with her hands. In Zhifu, she assumes the name and appearance of a boy named Feng, who sweeps the stones outside a school and learns traditional Chinese calligraphy under the imaginative, dreamlike tutelage of a man known only as Master Wang. But the dream cannot last, as readers know from the very first paragraph: "When I am kidnapped, it does not happen in an alleyway. It does not happen in the middle of the night. It does not happen when I am alone."

After following a mysterious but magnetic man in pursuit of a noodle shop, Daiyu suddenly awakes in darkness. In that darkness, she's taught English by an unknown woman, and gradually Daiyu understands that Zhifu is gone, China itself is gone, her very self is to be banished. She is going to America, though for what purpose she doesn't initially grasp. Soon, though, the truth becomes obvious: she might bear the name of a boy, but she has the body of a girl, and she'll be expected to use it.

In a San Francisco brothel run under the guise of a laundromat, her name transforms again, as does her identity. Daiyu turns into Peony, and she loses something of herself in the process. But even in the sickening monotony of her daily work, and in the trauma that suffocates the girls around her, Daiyu clings to the hope she first manifested in Zhifu. Somehow, there will be escape. There will be beauty. Only when she meets a Chinese boy named Samuel does the promise of a real life appear before her, and with it a trip deeper into the American West, into a world she has no concept of: Idaho, a land without an ocean. Her name shapeshifts yet again. "Daiyu to Feng to Peony to Jacob Li," Daiyu narrates. "When will I be me again? And if I become me again, will I know who she is?"

As the Chinese Exclusion Act warps America--during the era of this book and deep into our present reality--Daiyu is forced to protect herself by burrowing further into the identity and physicality of Jacob Li. She loses her body but retains the spirit she first unfurled in Zhifu. She knows how to survive, even how to capture the beauty around her, so long as she believes home is her final destination.

It is this hope in the face of crushing tragedy that makes Four Treasures of the Sky such a triumph. Unlike the character she is named for, Daiyu is not melancholic, though her life is defined by atrocities that should prompt such sadness. She is introspective and damaged, yes, but a spark remains in the pit of her chest, a sacred thing both childlike in its innocence and mature in its power.

Zhang has admitted that she fretted over being able to capture the voice of a 13-year-old girl, yet there was never any reason for such worry. As a narrator, Daiyu speaks with remarkable clarity, an intelligence that never undermines or counteracts her youth. This intelligence is perhaps best exemplified when she recognizes the stares of the white Americans around her: "My body is covered in the syllables of another language, the scroll of a kingdom that has existed long before they did and will continue existing long after they are gone. I am something they cannot fathom. I am something they fear. We all are."  

Throughout the book, Lin Daiyu serves as a sort of ghost, hovering beside Daiyu and occasionally speaking to her--sometimes taunting, sometimes guiding. The result is a story that combines the tragic with the beatific, the historic with the folkloric. Zhang blurs these lines with such grace that the book reads easily, in spite of its heavy material. But it is the final few paragraphs that will stick between the ribs of any devoted reader. Zhang has accomplished a remarkable work of fiction that feels so real it stings. --Lauren Puckett

Flatiron Books, $27.99, hardcover, 336p., 9781250811783, April 5, 2022

Flatiron Books: Four Treasures of the Sky by Jenny Tinghui Zhang

Jenny Tinghui Zhang: Ties to the Past

(photo: Mary Inhea Kang)

Jenny Tinghui Zhang is an Austin, Texas-based Chinese American writer and the prose editor for the Adroit Journal. Both an essayist and fiction author, she's been published in outlets including The Cut, Bustle, Apogee, CALYX and Ninth Letter. She holds an MFA from the University of Wyoming. Her debut novel, Four Treasures of the Sky, will be published by Flatiron Books on April 5, 2022.

How did you land on the title Four Treasures of the Sky, and what does it mean to you?

The title was a happy accident. The original title was much more explicit, but it no longer captured what the novel had transformed into. During an editorial call earlier this year with Caroline Bleeke, my U.S. editor, and Jillian Taylor, my U.K. editor, I suggested, "Four Treasures of the Sky." It was a slip of the tongue--I meant to say, "Four Treasures of the Study," which refers to the four crucial tools of Chinese calligraphy. But everyone loved it, and we settled on the new title quickly.

For me, there are many ways to interpret this title, which I think is its beauty. It could hint at the many identities and iterations of self that Daiyu shuffles through during her journey. It could reference some of the characters that appear. It could be an homage to calligraphy itself. I think what's most important to me is that the new title feels like an acknowledgment and marker of what the novel became.

What was the inspiration for this novel? How much of the story was pulled from events you've witnessed?

The inspiration for this novel came from my father--back in 2014, he was driving through Idaho for work. While passing through the small town of Pierce one evening, he saw a historical marker on the side of the road that said something about a "Chinese Hanging Tree." The marker stated that this was the site where five Chinese men were hanged by vigilantes for the alleged murder of a local white storeowner in 1885. What were Chinese people doing in Idaho back in that time? my father wondered. He brought the anecdote back with him and told it to me, then asked if I could write the story out so he could know what happened. I didn't actually take his request seriously until I was in the last semester at my MFA program five years later.

This novel is inspired by that historical marker, but on a larger level, it's inspired by things that really took place in history--the Chinese Exclusion Act and the systemic oppression faced by Chinese immigrants in the 19th and 20th centuries. The character of Daiyu emerged after I read a research article stating that Chinese girls were packed into crates of china or buckets of coal and shipped across the ocean. It was so arresting and horrifying to me, the image of a young girl crammed into a small space like that. That was where Daiyu began.

In a time of so much anti-Asian sentiment in our country, what drove you to travel back to the 1800s? Is this a case of, to paraphrase, "We must understand the past to understand the now"?

I didn't learn about the Chinese Exclusion Act until I took an Asian American studies intro course in my senior year of college. My K-12 American education just brushed over that part of history. It wasn't until I did more research at my father's request that I realized just how much anti-Chinese history informed where we are today.

After the Atlanta spa shooting, a few friends reached out to me via text. I'm so sorry this is happening, they would say. But that's the thing that many people don't realize: this isn't happening. It has been happening. The time period I'm writing in doesn't even begin to capture the full extent of anti-Chinese racism and practices in the U.S. There was so much legislation that reinforced the fact that the Chinese were not welcome: court rulings in favor of disenfranchisement and dehumanization of the Chinese; the Page Act of 1875; the Chinese Exclusion Act of 1882; the Geary Act of 1892. Even when the Chinese Exclusion Act was "repealed" in 1943, Chinese could not own property or businesses.

During my research for the book, I found that the historical marker my father saw in Pierce had already been stolen several times. All along the Pacific Northwest, there are sites where violence against Chinese immigrants occurred (you can see some of them in The No Place Project). If these little-known historical sites were being built over, eroded and vandalized, then we were at great danger of forgetting. Even if historians and academics remembered, I needed people like my friends to know. That the racism I endured growing up, the calls of ching chong ching chong and go back to where you came from, did not exist in a vacuum. That it was a concerted effort. That it all came from a place we are not very far from today.

I love that this is a western that breaks the mold of the white male outlaw shooting his way across a desert. How did you nail the key themes that would make this book feel like a familiar yet fresh take on a classic genre?

I have been so hesitant to call this book a western, mostly because I have never felt like "the western" was a genre that was accessible to or inclusive of me. It still feels strange to say it out loud. But when I look at the recent books that have rewritten the West, like C Pam Zhang's How Much of These Hills Is Gold, Tom Lin's The Thousand Crimes of Ming Tsu, Anna North's Outlawed and all the books to come, I am excited and proud that the western is opening, expanding, or perhaps, becoming what it was always meant to be. Because there was and is more to the West than white men. In this way, I am proud to call my book a western and have it live alongside the books that are redefining the genre.

One thing I've noticed about books set in the West is the emphasis on land--notably, the fight to survive on the land. When I lived in Wyoming for my MFA program, I was so constantly aware of the land, so awed and terrified by it. My body was such a small thing compared to the relentless Wyoming wind and unbearable cold. This is what I wanted to bring into my book: the constant question of survival, of the perseverance of the body, spirit and mind in the tremendous face of nature.

What is your desired result from this book? When people read it, what do you want them to walk away with?

I have always loved writing because it's the best way for me to express myself to other people. I'm bad at communicating in groups, and I really don't think I'm a good oral storyteller. But on the page--that's when you have people's attention. That's where the power is. And so, with this book at least, I hope that it will connect in some way with someone, whether it's because they love Daiyu, or feel for Nelson, or want to eat some of the mooncake that Nam makes during the mid-Autumn festival. The books I love most are the ones that feel like they've reached down your throat and taken a hold of your heart. The ones that see you from the inside out. I felt this way, most recently, with E.J. Koh's stunning memoir, The Magical Language of Others.

When I think about the books I love, I want to cry. I don't mean this to be melodramatic or hyperbolic--I love those books that much. I hope my book can be that for someone.

On a more serious note, I hope that it alerts folks to the history of anti-Chinese violence in this country, and how it has informed the anti-Asian violence we've seen rise in recent years. I hope, at the very least, that this book serves as a reminder, and that it is not the last of its kind. --Lauren Puckett

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