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Houghton Mufflin
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When Mr Hung offers Bunt a handsome sum for the family business, he refuses him immediately. Yet it soon grows clear that Mr Hung will accept no refusals. Then a woman from Bunt's factory vanishes and he is forced for the first time in his life to make decisions that matter.
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Kirkus
This hybrid story is infused with a powerful sense of menace (and an unfortunate whiff of racism) and manages a doggedly convincing characterization of its complex protagonist. But there are several long stretches during which nothing much happens, and Theroux overindulges a penchant for lengthy
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summaries in place of developed scenes. As a result, the book feels uneven, and sometimes hurried. A strongly imagined melodrama with a lot on its mind, but not the novel it might have been. Show Less
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LibraryThing member mattviews
Paul Theroux's Kowloon Tong (meaning nine-dragon pond, a district in Hong Kong) is a novel of Hong Kong on the verge of the 1997 handover. Written against the historical backdrop of handing a free Chinese city back to a totalitarian Chinese state, Kowloon Tong is far less glittering from the
Neville "Bunt" Mullard was born and raised in Hong Kong, went to the posh Queen's College, and inherited the almost-monopolizing Imperial Stitching Company, which manufactured badges sewn on breast pockets of sports-jackets from his late father and his partner Henry Chuck. At 40, Bunt was not married, devoid of friends, frequented bars and brothels, but felt the pressure of his dead brother, dead father, and the late avuncular Chuck hovering near him at work.
A pathetic mama's boy, Bunt lived a life that synchronized with his mother's, so confining and dull. She knew so much (too much) about his life, his daily routine and his where about that he deliberately contrived to create secrets (the topless bar and an affair with an employee Mei-Ping) and manipulated his mother's mood.
As the British prepared to hand over Hong Kong to the Chinese motherland, the much-talked-about upheaval did not concern the Mullards, who lived nonchalantly at the Peak (a rich-and-famous, on-top-of-the-city neighbor which afforded panoramic view of the city and was away from, say, 95% of the colonial population). They executed their social fares with the small band of Brits at the Cricket Club, the English tea ritual at the Hong Kong club, outings to horse races by taxi, and lived as if the city and majority of its inhabitants (meaning the Chinese) didn't exist. The Cantonese was such grating noise that was remotely similar to any human speech. The Chinese food made them retch.
When a Mr. Hung, who spoke perfect English with an American accent, on behalf of the Chinese People's Liberation Army (soon to station in Hong Kong), offered 9 million to purchase the building of Imperial Stitching, the Mullards' world of insouciance was jolted. Through a series of minatory gestures that might have attributed to the missing employee Ah Fu and janitor Woo, for the first time in their life the Mullards learned the truth of the colony's prospect-smiling but threatening and know-it-all Chinese officials behind a system of bribes and disloyalty.
I have to applause to Theroux's keen eye on the geographical and cultural details of Hong Kong that are usually accessible to those who live in the city, the natives. His effort in nailing down the Hong Kong Chinese to the root is admirable and formidable-the inveterate trait to look after family, to not to say the thing that was no the heart, to say "I don't know" when you knew, to not to show feelings and emotion and (this is my favorite) to mob the exit on arrival in any transportation mean as if it was a panicky evacuation under an emergency. That's Hong Kong, in addition to all the incessant noise-the clanking of trams, the beeping of cell phones, and the ubiquitous charivari of Cantonese conversations that sounded like a hair-pulling argument, serenaded the city.
The book also deftly captures Hong Konger's despondency of the uncertain future. For over 100 years, under the British governance, Hong Kong stood as the only Chinese society that lived an ideal never experienced and realized at any time in the history of any Chinese society. The colony, which practiced capitalism, provided a stable home for refugees from turbulent events of Chinese history such as the Cultural Revolution and the Great Leap Forward. Inhabitants of Hong Kong were those who fled the Communists in 1949 and their descendants. Thus in the proximity of 1997, a taut atmosphere hovered over the colony as everyone tried to secure an escape route, which usually manifested in the form of a foreign passport, a green card, a relative in Canada, or a marriage of convenience. Theroux has astutely seen to this political tension in his novel.
What infuriates me about this book and thus makes it a cobbled piece of fiction is the puerile plot. Theroux portrayed the Hong Kong Chinese women as some of the most naïve and gullible and stupidest species of the human. Women were constantly abased, manipulated, used, and sexually abused. As a native of Hong Kong, I could vouch that the chance of an affair between a foreigner and a factory worker is infinitesimal. The affair itself was stuck in a deadlock and the characters that involved in the affair were one-dimensional. Betty Mullard's ruler-ver-subject attitude toward the Hong Kongers was also snobbish and obnoxious. If the Chinese were really so out-of-focus and were like riddles to her, why couldn't she at least try to know the Chinese people? It was true the British were rulers and the Chinese the subjects, but what infuriates me is the arrogance on her part, not knowing she was in Hong Kong, where the majority was the Chinese people.
It occurred to me toward the end that the stitching company and its fate might have served as a symbolism of Hong Kong but I prefer not to give away. The ending was disappointing and ambivalent. It is a cobbled piece of fiction that astutely delves in the significance of the historical backdrop but sacrifices the backbone of the story. Readers will learn more about the culture of Hong Kong but disappoint at the story.
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inevitably rip-roaring story for the global media, it is a piece of cobbled (opportunistic, maybe) fiction.Neville "Bunt" Mullard was born and raised in Hong Kong, went to the posh Queen's College, and inherited the almost-monopolizing Imperial Stitching Company, which manufactured badges sewn on breast pockets of sports-jackets from his late father and his partner Henry Chuck. At 40, Bunt was not married, devoid of friends, frequented bars and brothels, but felt the pressure of his dead brother, dead father, and the late avuncular Chuck hovering near him at work.
A pathetic mama's boy, Bunt lived a life that synchronized with his mother's, so confining and dull. She knew so much (too much) about his life, his daily routine and his where about that he deliberately contrived to create secrets (the topless bar and an affair with an employee Mei-Ping) and manipulated his mother's mood.
As the British prepared to hand over Hong Kong to the Chinese motherland, the much-talked-about upheaval did not concern the Mullards, who lived nonchalantly at the Peak (a rich-and-famous, on-top-of-the-city neighbor which afforded panoramic view of the city and was away from, say, 95% of the colonial population). They executed their social fares with the small band of Brits at the Cricket Club, the English tea ritual at the Hong Kong club, outings to horse races by taxi, and lived as if the city and majority of its inhabitants (meaning the Chinese) didn't exist. The Cantonese was such grating noise that was remotely similar to any human speech. The Chinese food made them retch.
When a Mr. Hung, who spoke perfect English with an American accent, on behalf of the Chinese People's Liberation Army (soon to station in Hong Kong), offered 9 million to purchase the building of Imperial Stitching, the Mullards' world of insouciance was jolted. Through a series of minatory gestures that might have attributed to the missing employee Ah Fu and janitor Woo, for the first time in their life the Mullards learned the truth of the colony's prospect-smiling but threatening and know-it-all Chinese officials behind a system of bribes and disloyalty.
I have to applause to Theroux's keen eye on the geographical and cultural details of Hong Kong that are usually accessible to those who live in the city, the natives. His effort in nailing down the Hong Kong Chinese to the root is admirable and formidable-the inveterate trait to look after family, to not to say the thing that was no the heart, to say "I don't know" when you knew, to not to show feelings and emotion and (this is my favorite) to mob the exit on arrival in any transportation mean as if it was a panicky evacuation under an emergency. That's Hong Kong, in addition to all the incessant noise-the clanking of trams, the beeping of cell phones, and the ubiquitous charivari of Cantonese conversations that sounded like a hair-pulling argument, serenaded the city.
The book also deftly captures Hong Konger's despondency of the uncertain future. For over 100 years, under the British governance, Hong Kong stood as the only Chinese society that lived an ideal never experienced and realized at any time in the history of any Chinese society. The colony, which practiced capitalism, provided a stable home for refugees from turbulent events of Chinese history such as the Cultural Revolution and the Great Leap Forward. Inhabitants of Hong Kong were those who fled the Communists in 1949 and their descendants. Thus in the proximity of 1997, a taut atmosphere hovered over the colony as everyone tried to secure an escape route, which usually manifested in the form of a foreign passport, a green card, a relative in Canada, or a marriage of convenience. Theroux has astutely seen to this political tension in his novel.
What infuriates me about this book and thus makes it a cobbled piece of fiction is the puerile plot. Theroux portrayed the Hong Kong Chinese women as some of the most naïve and gullible and stupidest species of the human. Women were constantly abased, manipulated, used, and sexually abused. As a native of Hong Kong, I could vouch that the chance of an affair between a foreigner and a factory worker is infinitesimal. The affair itself was stuck in a deadlock and the characters that involved in the affair were one-dimensional. Betty Mullard's ruler-ver-subject attitude toward the Hong Kongers was also snobbish and obnoxious. If the Chinese were really so out-of-focus and were like riddles to her, why couldn't she at least try to know the Chinese people? It was true the British were rulers and the Chinese the subjects, but what infuriates me is the arrogance on her part, not knowing she was in Hong Kong, where the majority was the Chinese people.
It occurred to me toward the end that the stitching company and its fate might have served as a symbolism of Hong Kong but I prefer not to give away. The ending was disappointing and ambivalent. It is a cobbled piece of fiction that astutely delves in the significance of the historical backdrop but sacrifices the backbone of the story. Readers will learn more about the culture of Hong Kong but disappoint at the story.
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LibraryThing member uryjm
Why do I think that Theroux, in naming his lead character “Bunt”, was one letter away from what he really wanted to call him? And I don’t mean “Dunt”. This novel was Theroux’s take on the handover of Hong Kong to China from the British. Basically, the story was about how we’ve been
Still, Theroux comes up with enough sarcastic asides and characterisations to keep you amused: “Whoever thought the Chinese were inscrutable had met one Chinaman, but not two”. His disdain for everyone peopling the book shines through and leaves you with the impression that this was a sweet and sour novel, without the sweet.
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shagging the colony for years, exploited her citizens, pissed on her culture and wished we’d made it Southend on Sea. Now we were faced with an unsmiling, brutish, military regime who’d tolerate no nonsense or compromise in taking it back and making it their own.Still, Theroux comes up with enough sarcastic asides and characterisations to keep you amused: “Whoever thought the Chinese were inscrutable had met one Chinaman, but not two”. His disdain for everyone peopling the book shines through and leaves you with the impression that this was a sweet and sour novel, without the sweet.
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LibraryThing member verenka
I get the impression that books about british expats are all alike. They all star those superiour complex laden brits, staying 15 years in a country whose food they detest, people they look down on and whose language they can't be bothered to learn. While I don't find it difficult to believe that
I don't think it's a bad book, though, I just didn't like any of the characters. I released it at a cinema and hope the next reader will like it more!
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there are people who'd act so condescendingly it doesn't actually help to root for the main character. Throw in the creepy mother-son relationship between a controlling 70 year old and a brothel-frequenting 45 year old who doesn't stand up for the woman he decides he's fallen in love with and you've lost me.I don't think it's a bad book, though, I just didn't like any of the characters. I released it at a cinema and hope the next reader will like it more!
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LibraryThing member cerievans1
I thought this was going to be a travel book but it is a pretty uneventful novel about an ex-pat family called the Mullards living in Hong Kong just before the hand over of Hong Kong to China from the UK in 1997. For many UK ex-pats I should imagine there was anxiety and trepidation about the hand
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over, known in this book as the "Chinese Take-away" because many families had settled in Hong Kong in their own British bubble and had failed to integrate with the culture, and had a wariness of mainland China. The Mullards, Mum Betty an overprotective interfering lady and her son Neville, known as Bunt (named after Baby Bunting) own a stitching and labelling factory in Kowloon Tong, and they have prided themselves on being able to compete with mainland Chinese factories and do not use child labour. Betty Mullard is a character I cannot stand, for all her love and mollycoddling, she controls her son's every move and is a bigot. Bunt is 43, he lives in the shadow of his dead older brother, his Mother insisted he should try to be her two boys. Bunt runs Imperial Stitching and fits in time at local strip clubs and brothels. This world comes crashing down when Mr Hung, a chinese army official makes advances to buy the factory. Bunt wants to cling on to his world but cannot face the harsh reality initially. Mr Hung's gifts and advances turn to threats. Bunt Mullard is forced out and made to leave Hong Kong. It transpires Betty Mullard always wanted to leave Hong Kong and she appears to have orchestrated this in collusion with Mr Hung. I found the book interesting for its descriptions of ex pat life in Hong Kong, and the book is very dark in places. What holds it all together is the unpalatable Betty Mullard, who is the epitomy of everything I hate: bigotry, ignorance and selfishness. Three stars. Show Less
LibraryThing member siafl
As much as I do agree that Theroux has pretty perfect prose, there's something about the way he sees things and how he shows a lot of thing in bad light that make me cringe a little bit (This claim made after trying to read another of his books to no avail). It's a skewed view, as far as I'm
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concerned, being a Chinese from HK, that Theroux chose to write about what happened to an Englishman at a time when the colony was to be handed over to Chinese authority, and how an Englishman lost his way. The Chinese to me are being portrayed in an exaggeratedly negative way I think, because it's only natural that we don't make friends with people that don't look like us. I don't suppose a Chinese would easily get his way in the snobbish London society either, for similar reasons. Too bad history unfolds itself the way it does, and too bad foreigners find it hard to establish the status, after the hand-over, the way they assume they always could. Too bad Theroux chooses to portray the scenario in a vulgarly biased fashion. Show Less
LibraryThing member soylentgreen23
Theroux always writes about what he knows, and he knows the Chinese - and British ex-pats, which is just as important. 'Kowloon Tong' explores what happens when the rug is pulled from under you - in this case, Hong Kong is being handed over to the Chinese, throwing into doubt the future of a mother
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and son who had spent over forty years in the territory. Show Less
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Original publication date
1997
ISBN
0395860296 / 9780395860298