When I read Rebecca Kuang’s Sunday Times and New York Times bestselling satire, Yellowface, I gave up picking my jaw up off the floor. I just left it there until I finished the book. As a British-Asian author, Yellowface thrilled, challenged and depressed me. When I was finished it left me with a single thought: what am I supposed to do with this?
When I read Rebecca Kuang’s Sunday Times and New York Times bestselling satire, Yellowface, I gave up picking my jaw up off the floor. I just left it there until I finished the book. As a British-Asian author, Yellowface thrilled, challenged and depressed me. When I was finished it left me with a single thought: what am I supposed to do with this?