Book Review: Taiwan Tales Volume II: An Anthology

NB: I consider Ray Hecht, one of the contributors to this anthology, a friend. *shrug* Take that as you will.


Title: Taiwan Tales Volume 2: An Anthology

Logline: A collection of offbeat tales from expat Taiwan writers.

Verdict: From a haunted hotel to a literate dog to expat friendships and Taiwanese mythology, Taiwan Tales Volume 2 has plenty to offer.


Taiwan Tales Volume 2: An Anthology is a collection of fiction set in Taiwan, the China/Not-China who doesn’t get a seat at the UN dinner table. This book is a product of the Taiwan Writers’ Group. That there’s a Taiwan Writers Group at all is thrilling. Not to say there isn’t a Mainland China Writers Group, of sorts, but membership seems closed except where it concerns the right kinds of people, who produce the same boring shit year after year and ruthlessly cannibalize each other on social media.

The Taiwan Writers Group is nothing like that. For starters, they have creativity. What they’ve produced is a delightful collection of stories displaying a variety of styles. Amazing what can flourish in the absence of myopic gatekeepers who cum tribute Wish Lanterns.

Room 602 tells of a haunted hotel room, Notes from Underfoot is written from the perspective of a family fog, The Taipei Underground continues Ray Hecht’s exploration of the emptiness of the modern dating scene. Bob, the Unfriendly Ghost vs. the Mother Plant tells of an expat’s hallucinogenic experience via a South American vine. Underworld involves a man’s journey underneath Taiwan, into a world of Taiwanese mythology. If you’re interested in desperate expat creeps, Connor Bixby has you covered with A Complete Normal Male Expat and the anthology ends with Onus, a tale of an expat friendship and a dark past.

A lot of good in here, but it doesn’t all land softly. Bob, the Unfriendly Ghost vs The Modern Plant didn’t work for me. Onus stretches believability a bit, though it makes some great points about the fleeting nature of expat friendships and is actually my favorite story in the book. On the other hand, A Completely Normal Male Expat provides a fresh take on the pitiful expat male trope while Notes from Underfoot alone is worth purchasing the book for.

If you’re looking for an interesting read, you’d do well to check out Taiwan Tales Volume 2: An Anthology. It contains writers of various styles and stories that stand out from one another, a prime example of what I wish I could see from mainland writers.

Taiwan Tales Volume 2: An Anthology is available at Amazon. Check out the Taiwan Writers Group here.


Quotes:

In person, they ignored each other. Work was one world, and there they had their own separate reality. There was no need to actually speak.

All the while the silence from his phone was deafening. Once it was a source of happiness, and now it represented cold, still death.

It seems anyone who fails as a person in an English-speaking country has a second and third shot in places like this, where others can’t see through their vacant souls so easily.

When you begin as an expat, you start relationships like you would back home, with the hopes of a long-term friendship. Then, that friend you spent all your free time with that one year goes home and you never hear from them again. Your heart breaks. You make another friend. Maybe you keep in touch with this one when they leave, maybe not, but the point is, you start to feel a strain. A struggle. So, at the words, “I’m leaving in six months,” or “I’m not sure how long I’m here for,” you learn to run.

We were almost living that “in a perfect world” dream, but we weren’t close enough to catch on fire and be lost forever.

What You Know: Immigrants & Crime

What you know: People emigrate from Mexico to the USA seeking a better life. They do this legally and illegally, and while crime does occur, it happens among a small portion. This is a complex issue.

What you say: When Mexico sends their people, they’re not sending their best. They’re not sending you. They’re not sending you. They’re sending people that have lots of problems, and they’re bring those problems with us. They’re bringing drugs. They’re bring crime. They’re rapists. And some, I assume, are good people.

The lesson: NEVER overestimate your marks; easy scapegoats and simplistic solutions are your friends. Redirect their anger towards convenient targets, stir up their racial and social prejudices, and you will rise to the top.

Christmas 1995: a review of Donkey Kong Country 2

Christmas as an adult, the same routine:

Mom: What do you want for Christmas?

Me: (long silence) I don’t know.

Why is this question so hard to answer now? Used to, it was easy. As a child my parents didn’t have to ask and at some point a transition happened, from telling them what I wanted for Christmas to being asked. From the primary concern in my life to an afterthought. From Super Nintendo games to…money?

Clothes?

I used to feel sorry for those kids who woke up to blue jeans under the tree. Last Christmas I thanked my sister for my new flannel shirt. It’s red and black.

It matches the one she bought my wife.


You can’t rank the best Christmases by looking too far past your childhood. Whenever the transition happens (and for me I suspect it happened after college, not counting the two years I spent in China. Those were special circumstances), it changes something fundamental in your life. It marks the drop, from childhood to adulthood, from playing SNES all day to “adulting”, the current phrase for people my generation pulled kicking and screaming from their long-term adolescence to the pleasures of paying bills, fighting traffic and raising kids.

My daughter’s five. Her wants are simple, and with each approaching Christmas I think back to my own Christmases. I want to make them as special for her as they were for me, and out of all the great Christmases, Christmas 1995 stands apart.

It came at the right time, in the heyday of 16-bit gaming. Gamepro was still publishing. The Nintendo 64 was still the Ultra 64, not delayed yet, and the PlayStation and Saturn had just come out. There was a particular window when Nintendo hadn’t abandoned the SNES and developers were still pushing the system to its limits while Resident Evil only existed in beta form. In other words, there were good Christmases to come, but 95 won in the presents department.

I had Killer InstinctYoshi’s Island and Donkey Kong Country 2 under the tree.

Rare had torched the gaming world the year before with Donkey Kong Country, billed as the first video game rendered with computer graphics. They had the hype machine going: DKC graced the cover of the December 1994 issue of Gamepro (the first issue my parents bought me), Nintendo Power subscribers received a promotional video hosted by a comedian who’s probably panhandling today. Nintendo pulled out all the stops to make sure the first Donkey Kong Country was the hot seller for Christmas 94.

Donkey Kong Country 2 had no video, but it graced the cover of Gamepro’s December 1995 issue. I’d hoped that would be the start of the trend, but 1996 brought us the Nintendo 64 and the SNES’s death tolls. Christmas 1995 did come at the right time.

Donkey Kong Country 2 earned rave reviews across the board, and on this occasion the reviewers are correct. Good sequels don’t repeat what the first ones did. They examine what the first one did, fill in the gaps, making improvements where needed while leaving what isn’t broken alone.

In Donkey Kong Country 2, Kaptain K. Rool has kidnapped Donkey Kong, locking him away in a castle at the top of Crocodile Isle. Your long climb up Crocodile Isle takes you through a variety of levels and locales. The first Donkey Kong Country had pirate ships and snow levels; Donkey Kong Country 2 ditches the snow levels for swamps, beehives and bramble.

With the success of the first game and Nintendo’s backing, Rare felt free to experiment. Donkey Kong Country 2 takes chances, not just in level design but in extras and sidequests. The bonus levels, a much-hyped feature that Gamepro swore would take players 80 hours to complete makes a return here. The difference is that in Donkey Kong Country 2 they mean something. Completing a bonus level nets you a Kremcoin. 15 Kremcoins gives you access to a Lost World level while all 75 lets you in the Lost World’s volcano, where the final boss, Kaptain K. Rool, is pissed and ready for a rematch.

Donkey Kong Country 2 also introduces DK Coins. They are hidden in the regular levels and are prizes for finishing bonus levels in the Lost World. Just as there is an incentive for collecting Kremcoins, your reward for collecting every DK Coin is the coveted 102% completion…and Cranky Kong’s approval as Diddy stands in 1st place in the video game hall of heroes, ahead of Link and Mario.

Diddy returns, this time as the hero. His partner is a female Kong named Dixie, prompting many an under the radar joke in mid-nineties gaming mags, Diddy has the same abilities as the last game while Dixie can use her ponytail to helicopter across pits and dangerous enemies. Together, the two monkeys can throw one another to access out-of-the-way areas, bonus levels and DK coins. Both of them are fairly weak, unable to destroy larger enemies.

The soundtrack is as imaginative as the levels. Each track complements the level, where it’s the Hothead Bop for the lava levels, the Bayou Boogie as you jump from tadpole to tadpole or Stickerbrush Symphony for the bramble levels. In the final Lost World level, you transform into Squawks the parrot, fighting against the wind. Stickerbrush Symphony roars in the background, sweeping you from your real life concerns into the life-or-death world of platform gaming.

1995 in video games. Changes we haven’t seen the likes of since. Think about it: Donkey Kong Country 2 came out the same year the 32-bit PlayStation and Saturn with the Nintendo 64 on the horizon. The last time “next-gen” meant a real change.

Rare understood this, and they could have made Donkey Kong Country 1.5 and called it a day. They didn’t. They pushed themselves, and their hard work and good timing made Christmas 1995 the best, enriching the lives of millions lucky enough to be kids in the heyday of 16-bit gaming.


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Siblings Day & Best Friends Day

It bothers me that more and more people are posting about Siblings and Best Friends Day on social media. Seems like a small thing, but that’s how it starts: a few posts, some messages and one day you’re an asshole because you didn’t send a card and buy a gift.

They’re bogus holidays, like Mother’s Day and Father’s Day. Days to honor your parents…instead of spending money one day a year, why not honor your parents in other ways? Lead a good life. Treat people well. Don’t lock them away when they’re old, take care of them.

Of course, you can’t take care of them if they’re a threat to themselves and others. If Dad’s brandishing the kitchen knife, then you’d better send him to a home.

Unless it’s time to cut the cake.

Book Passage of the Week – from Hold the Dark, by William Giraldi

I’m digging the prose in Hold the Dark, about an ailing old man who helps a grieving mother track down the wolf that killed her son in a remote Alaskan village.

He’d seen his daughter only once in the last three years, when she came home the morning after her mother’s stroke. Three crawling years. Life was not short, as people insisted on saying. He’d quit cigarettes and whiskey just before she was born. He wanted to be in health for her and knew then that ten years clipped from his life by drink and smoke were ten years too many. Now he knew those were the worthless years anyway, the silver decade of life, a once-wide vista shrunk to a keyhole. Not all silver shines. As of this morning he had plans to return to cigarettes and whiskey both. He regretted not buying them at the airport.