Amit Majmudar: Am I an ‘Immigrant Writer’? – NYTimes.com

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Am I an ‘Immigrant Writer’? – NYTimes.com.

I learned recently, to my surprise, that I had written a novel about the immigrant experience. The novel I thought I’d written was simply about a mother and daughter, but the inside flap of the book jacket made it clear I had “written anew the immigrant experience.”

Not that it hasn’t been said before, but well put. And in the interest of essentializing, HE wrote a novel about an Indian American mother and daughter?! What does he know about the female experience?! Hahahahaha.

Seriously, though, does the tag “immigrant experience” necessarily mean it’s “minority literature”? Are they 100% conflated?

LA Kalbi is as Korean as Ktown

Anthony Bourdain Parts Unknown S01E02 Koreatown Los Angeles – YouTube.

I don’t know how long they’ll keep this available, but here’s the L.A. Koreatown episode of Anthony Bourdain’s new show, Parts Unknown. Bourdain’s guides to Ktown are two “bad Koreans”: Roy Choi, chef/owner of the Kogi Taco Trucks, and David Choe, the artist. I’ve already some criticism of the episode as inauthentic, ignorant, and even culinarily offensive (‘Jollybee in an episode about Koreatown?!’ said one friend of a friend), but I thought it was pretty interesting for how it was so adamantly Korean American, regardless of whatever essentializing of Korean culture and history the two native informants accomplish. Their Ktown is, for this current boom in K-cuisine (yes, I think the aggressive marketing, experimentation, and exoticized domestication of Korean cuisine warrants it becoming a K-product), such a defining site for the history of Koreans in America. But they do identify in different moments as Korean (un-hyphenated), like when Choe’s father connects the conversation about the impact of the L.A. riots and the rise of Ktown to Korea’s current global cultural presence: “now Korean culture, K-pop, Psy, it’s all over the world, [the] influence.” The somewhat random assemblage of cultural practices and food as what defines Ktown and Koreanness is what’s interesting about the story, because it says more about how cultures are personally codified (through food, location, interactions with different communities, parents, punishment…) and created emotionally and physically through consumption (mostly food, in this case).

In the end, it’s a TV show with the basic premise of eating the exotic, but this time they’re trying to exoticize the local as well (next episode: Colombia, and the one after: Canada. Trés chic). And it did include my new favorite explanation of han* from David Choe’s awesomely coiffed and accessorized mom as David read aloud the definition from Wikipedia ): “It’s heartburn.”

*disclaimer: I don’t have the best jŏng for han

Dari Project Book Launch (via @iamkoreanamerican

I Am Korean American Blog • Dari Project Book Launch!

On May 2, Dari Project will release the first bilingual publication of personal narratives and artwork by LGBTQ Korean Americans.

Written in the tongue of two languages, Dari’s revolutionary and monumental collection of twenty-five personal essays features voices from the Korean diaspora in the U.S.—including adoptees, mixed-race, and transgender Korean Americans—and shares stories of coming out to immigrant parents, addressing homophobia/transphobia in the Korean church, organizing the community after a gay bashing in Koreatown, and more.

The Best Cure for Yellow Fever? Date an Asian. « Giant Robot

The Best Cure for Yellow Fever? Date an Asian. « Giant Robot.

More and deeper thoughts on Yellow Fever, They’re All So Beautiful, and Seeking Asian Female from Anne in her interview with Giant Robot.

GR: People are either blissfully proud of having “yellow fever”, like Steven in Debbie’s documentary, or they’re adamantly against the label and get worked up over it. What gives?

AI: Such a good question and certainly relevant to They’re All So Beautiful. A lot of white Asia specialists have been cagey with me about “yellow fever.”

It has less to do with race and more to do with gender.  Women have to reconcile with their sexual objectification from a much younger age and then more frequently than men, so we’re just better prepared to talk about it candidly. We might just be reacting to their defensiveness in the context of our openness. Like, “I have no problem saying I’ve participated in yellow fever, so why can’t you?” I mean I went into relationships with black and Latino people with similar racial hang-ups. I feel weird about these issues yes, but not scared to discuss it.

Men, however, and white men in particular, are in a precarious position of having a responsibility to historically oppressive sexuality. I guess the more aware they are of this onus, the more defensive they get about discussing it. I’ll cop it to Freudian something or other. They feel bullied when asked to talk about what’s ultimately a personal issue. To this I say, “join the club.”

Anyway maybe I’m glad some of these guys are uncomfortable.  If Harmony Korine, Gaspar Noe, Stanley Kubrick, Michael Haneke, Lars von Trier (men, anyway) are allowed to quiz sexual dynamics by showing a woman get raped, I’d like to think I can ask similar questions and actually be thanked for sparing people the soul-hazing process. I hate to sound vindictive but the truth is, I hope their discomfort brings them closer to understanding what it’s like to have to think about and rationalize sex to the world, to say nothing of getting to know your own self. Some of us can stand to use a little more self-reflection. Love us, eat our food, talk about your sensei all day. Really it’s fine. We let you in after all. But please don’t get defensive when we ask why you’re here.

Then again privilege and fetishization go hand in hand. I find myself feeling defensive when single straight women say “I wish I were a lesbian because women are nicer than men.” I guarantee no lesbian wishes anyone be denied the partnership rights the way they have. I’m annoyed when a man says “women have all the power.” I guarantee not a single one of the quarter million US female victims of rape every year ever think they have “all the power.” I’m annoyed when white and Asian men vaunt black masculinity. I’m positive not a single black man thinks a one in two likelihood of getting stopped by cops is enviable. It’s a hairy line between respect and fetishization.

THAT ALL SAID, I don’t have a personal opinion about who’s dating who. I just hope as an editor, peers trust me to provide a safe platform for discussion.

GR: I feel like we’ll see a cure for cancer before we see a cure for “yellow fever”. Is it less like a cancer and more like Herpes? Should we just embrace and accept the afflicted?

Terminal illness is kind of a hard core analogy but I see where you’re going. I don’t believe racism is curable, but I want it to be cured. Lung cancer isn’t exclusive to smokers but quitting smoking certainly helps, so I guess if everyone stopped smoking the fetishization pipe we’d still have racism but it would have a more medical than sociological stigma. And yellow fever isn’t about racism it’s about image. Maybe in that sense it’s Herpes?

The irony of “yellow fever” is that the best cure is a serious relationship with an Asian. We are the ultimate vaccine.

Han in America

I generally shy away from the idea of han, that ever-present all-encompassing feeling of suffering and repressed rage often used to describe the Korean psyche. The exclusive claim to a collective sentiment makes me uncomfortable, especially when it’s used to explain a self-defined history of victimhood. I have similar feelings about jŏng/jeong (basically ‘feeling’ or ‘kinship’), which was recently defined by one of the most patronizing medical professionals I’ve ever encountered (but that’s a different story) as “a particular sentimental attitutde that is without equivalence in other countries of the world. It is unique to Korea.” How often have we heard about the untranslatability or uniqueness of some feature of Korean culture? As someone who has translated Korean literature and taught Korean texts in translation, I have heard about the untranslatability of Korean ideas over and over and over again and it makes me want to ask: Is this belief in the impenetrability of Korean culture a uniquely Korean thing?

Ha ha.

I’ve generally thought this default reliance on the vous ne savez quoi of Korean culture was a matter of expedience: you don’t get it, so leave us alone and let us do our thing. That’s may be a little crass, but were I to distill my long and tortured process of feeling like I understood it and feeling like it shouldn’t happen, that’s what it would sound like. Reading Jay Caspian Kang’s article, “That Other School Shooting” in last weekend’s NYT Magazine on the Korean American community’s response to the shooting at Oikos college in Oakland nearly a year ago made me rethink the appeal of han as a way of explaining that often ill-defined, but strong sense of communal identification not just for Korean Americans, but for the forgotten. That han has been so well-deployed to explain the Korean cultural psyche makes sense in the context of its 20th century history when the Korean War has long been called “the forgotten war”, and Korean immigrants the “other Asians”. Insisting on the uniqueness of han, however, limits the power of that long-suppressed feeling of injustice when it expresses a sentiment that can be understood by a much wider community of the forgotten and invisible.

What comes out most forcefully in the conclusion to the piece is the author’s and the Korean community’s unhappy internalization of the mass shooting that was so quickly forgotten, and even excluded from national discussions of school shootings. Kang refers to the ordinariness, the lack of anything remarkable about the immigrant community in which the shooting occurred and points out that it resists politicization because it is invisible: this rather ordinary and unexceptional immigrant community is not a part of the image of “ordinary life” that is disrupted by gun violence. It’s the reminder, once again, of that invisibility that sparks the rage—the han— in the Korean Americans Kang writes about. In the end, though, that uniquely Korean feeling arises from being unseen and undistinguished as immigrants, as Americans, and almost incidentally as Koreans. Goh, he says, “came from the same forgotten stock. And because the Oikos shooting occurred in a community that bore almost no resemblance to the rest of the country, the magnitude of the tragedy was contained almost entirely within the same small immigrant circles, many of whom fear that any talk about such terrible things will bring shame directly on them.”

The sad thing is that the Oikos shooting occurred in a community that bears a resemblance to many parts of the country and to many immigrant communities all over the world that are ethnically diverse, unexceptional, invisible, but that bear no resemblance to the agreed-upon idea of the rest of whatever country they’re in.

Should It Matter That the Shooter at Oikos University Was Korean? – NYTimes.com.

From the article:

One week after the Virginia Tech massacre, I sat in a bar in Upper Manhattan with the same Korean friend who would later send me that four-word e-mail about Oikos and One Goh. He confessed that he felt violently angry nearly every day but couldn’t understand why. He wondered if Cho had felt the same way. His honesty upset me. I said some platitudes about how one maniac doesn’t represent an entire people, but even back then, I felt I was lying. I agreed in theory, but I did not believe it was actually true. I don’t mean to say that there’s something faulty and irreparable in the Korean psyche, but these shootings have become part of our identity, and they come, at least in part — and possibly in large part — from a place that many of us know instinctively. One Goh, sitting on the other side of the glass from me in jail, and Winston Chung, walking past the desiccated flowers set out in front of Oikos, both described their fathers as “typically Korean,” knowing that I would understand instantly what they meant. Kinsa Durst and I, even though we’re separated by 17 years, both had the same reaction to the news that the gunman at Oikos was Korean. And all the people I tried to talk to in and around Oakland who wouldn’t speak with me, who ushered me out of churches and cultural centers or grimly waved me off — their silence, protected so forcefully, spoke to the intensity of their shame.

On July 20 last year, James Holmes opened fire on a crowded movie theater in Aurora, Colo. Two weeks later, Wade Michael Page killed six people in a Sikh temple in Oak Creek, Wis. For the first time since Virginia Tech, the conversation about gun violence picked up, despite a tacit refusal by the two men running for president to address the issue in their campaigns. Then came the Newtown shootings, after which President Obama gave several speeches on the need for substantive gun control. In those speeches, he mentioned Aurora and Oak Creek and a shooting in a shopping mall in Clackamas Town Center, Ore. Oikos was never mentioned.

It rakes at your guts, to watch your tragedies turn invisible. You know why it’s happening, but admitting it to yourself — that it has to do in some indivisible way with the value of immigrants’ lives — is something you’d rather not confront. The victims of the Oikos massacre came from Korean, Indian, Tibetan, Nigerian, Filipino and Guyanese backgrounds. They attended a low-cost, for-profit, poorly rated Korean-community nursing school in a completely featureless building set along the edge of a completely unremarkable part of Oakland. They were not held up as beacons for the possibilities of immigration, nor were they the faces of urban decay and the need for government assistance and intervention. They did not exist within any politicized realm. One Goh came from the same forgotten stock. And because the Oikos shooting occurred in a community that bore almost no resemblance to the rest of the country, the magnitude of the tragedy was contained almost entirely within the same small immigrant circles, many of whom fear that any talk about such terrible things will bring shame directly on them.

I am familiar with this emotion because I felt the same way when my friend told me about his own troubling, long suppressed feelings. I don’t know if I’ll ever quite understand the delicate contingency of my citizenship as clearly as I did that night. Here, a Korean friend was confessing his own visceral anger to me and searching for an explanation for it. And even though I’ve felt the same slow burn inside myself for much of my own life, I could not bring myself to talk to him about it.

via Asia Pacific Arts: interview with the director and cast of Wedding Palace

Asia Pacific Arts: My Big Korean Wedding: interview with the director and cast of Wedding Palace.

I’m verrry interested in this film about a Korean-American/Korean wedding both from a thematic and production perspective. It’s about a wedding between a Korean-American man and a Korean woman, and was shot by director Christine Yoo with separate U.S. and Korean production teams (starring Brian Tee, Kang Hye-jung (of Old Boy and Welcome to Dongmakgol fame), Bobby Lee, Stephen Park, to name a few, and ooh! Margaret Cho as “The Shaman”?!).

Having experienced a similar situation with my brother’s wedding, and being curious about/studying Korean/Korean-American relations, I can’t wait to see how she deals with the cultural assumptions that happen on both sides of a “Korean family.” I’d always had a sneaking suspicion that my parents’ insistence on what Korean culture is and what it meant for our family was contingent on the particular historical moment they left (the early 1970s), where they found themselves in the U.S. (California, but not L.A., so not a huge diaspora community), and the course of history in South Korea since their departure (tumultuous, to put it mildly).

My generation of 2nd-generation Korean-Americans’ (dating myself here a bit) interest in contemporary Korean culture was mediated through new immigrants, crappy video tape copies of Korean dramas, relatively limited access to films and music, and a seemingly bigger conceptual distance, but that has changed dramatically with the internets (duh) and greater movement of populations for education and leisure. This is not a profound statement by any means, but easier access to Korean media has really drastically changed the way the diaspora community views and relates to Korea proper, down to the concrete level of language acquisition and preservation/continued evolution.

When I first started really paying attention to Korean dramas while studying Korean language in the early 2000s, I asked my mother (who left Korea in 1972, had been back a handful of times, and was an occasional crappy video-tape watcher of Korean dramas) about the difference between two words for happy: “행복하다” and “기쁘다.” She’s no linguist, but she told me at the time that “행복하다” wasn’t used all that often because it meant a really effusive, over-the-top, ecstatic kind of happiness. This confused me, as the dramas I saw dropped “행복” like after-dinner mints, or like a completely normal part of everyday speech. Fast forward a few years, and “행복” is a normal part of everyday speech for my “at least two hours of dramas a day” mom, and a case-in-point that:

a. language evolves,

b. language in isolation in diaspora communities can stagnate or evolve differently,

c. access to contemporary media can change that,

d. korean dramas are insidious, and

e. my mom watches a lot of drama (she now claims that I have mis-remembered this conversation, or that it never happened).

This is a minor point in the greater conversation of how diaspora ties have changed in the last decade or so, but it came up again for my family when there were miscommunications and misplaced/misconstrued expectations between my (now) Korean-American parents and my sister-in-law’s “Korean-Korean” parents. Hijinks ensued, but probably in a less entertaining way than would happen in a film.

So, long story short, I want to see this movie, I wonder how she deals with the cross-cultural issues in the story, I’m fascinated by the aesthetic differences she sees between Korean film and Hollywood film (her milieu), glad to see Stephen Park of In Living Color fame again, Korean cultural essentialism academic jargon wankery, etc. etc. (Deep curtsy).