Kinfolk: A Novel of China
Pearl S. Buck
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A tale of four Chinese-American siblings in New York, and their bewildering return to their roots.
In Kinfolk, a sharp dissection of the expatriate experience, Pearl S. Buck unfurls the story of a Chinese family living in New York. Dr. Liang is a comfortably well-off professor of Confucian philosophy, who spreads the notion of a pure and unchanging homeland. Under his influence, his four grown children decide to move to China, despite having spent their whole lives in America. As the siblings try in various ways to adjust to a new place and culture, they learn that the definition of home is far different from what they expected.
This ebook features an illustrated biography of Pearl S. Buck including rare images from the author’s estate.
live?” Violet asked. He gave the mediocre address and she considered it thoughtfully and so long that he asked rather piteously, “Can you suggest anything?” “I will go to see them,” she said at last. “I will call upon them, saying that I am a friend of your family.” He was relieved and deeply grateful, for he had not thought of such a thing. Yet it was in excellent Chinese tradition—a go-between, so to speak, someone who would break the blow of compulsory acquaintance. “Who but you—” he
muttered. “I suppose we have to prove to them that change would be better,” James said reasonably. “How can you prove anything to a lot of village dolts?” Peter demanded. “What else can you do?” Mary demanded in return. Peter gave her a strange dark look. “There are other ways,” he said. They gazed at him with blank looks and he rose to his feet impetuously. “Oh, I don’t belong here and we all know it. The sooner I go back to the city the better it will be for us all. I can board at the
ashen or that she was clutching the window sill in a strange way. When she saw him she let go and leaned back in her chair. “A big storm is coming,” she muttered, but he did not hear her. He sat down on the chair opposite her, and leaning forward with his elbows on his knees he linked together loosely his large, exquisitely shaped hands. “I want to ask you a question as a good mother,” he said. “Do you prefer the Western way of having concubines outside the family in secret or our old-fashioned
It was really the only place to learn modern ways of making love, or perhaps it had better be said, ways of making modern love. There was nothing in China to teach him. He had seen a few motion pictures made in Shanghai and they seldom showed even a kiss. Chinese lovers still only talked, or at most touched hands. He had once read an English translation of an old Chinese book which had been recommended to him as spicy, and it had seemed dull indeed, full of references to flowers and dew, clouds
come back for a bath if nothing else,” James said gaily. They walked together into the house. A rich smell of cooking hung about the rooms. Little Dog’s mother ran out, her face black with soot. “Oh, Heaven, let it be that you have not eaten yet!” she cried. “I have the meal ready.” “We have not eaten,” Mary replied. “But wait, good mother, until we have washed ourselves.” “Little Dog shall run to the hot water shop quickly and buy hot water,” the woman promised. So it was that in a very few