How our bodies domesticate/disaster: An Interview with Kristin Chang, Past Lives, Future Bodies
Reading Kristin Chang’s work revives all the little things we lose: our names for nation. Yeye and his ghosts. Papaya in Taiyu meaning wood/melon. She doesn’t tackle, but instead deftly burrows into bodies of queerness, identity, immigration, and colonialism, a laundry list of tropes Chang has somehow resurrected and dissected in new, astonishing ways.
I know it’s selfish and absurd to suggest a book of this artistry might have been conceived just for me, but I swear I once begged the…