![]() ![]() Packing his family into a 30-year-old station wagon, borrowed back from the woman who used to be his nanny, he sets off on a riotous 3,500-mile road trip from Los Angeles to hole up with his eldest daughter in New York, en route to fulfilling his dream of reclaiming his ancestral lands in China. ![]() If the death-bent Japanese had never invaded China, if a million – a billion – misguided students and serfs had never idolised a balding academic who parroted Russian madmen and couldn’t pay for his promises, then Charles wouldn’t be standing here staring out the window of his beloved Bel-Air home, holding an aspirin in his hand, waiting for those calculating assholes from the bank – the bank that had once gotten down on its Italianate-marble knees and kissed his ass – to come over and repossess his life. The first few pages of the novel were the first that Chang wrote, starting with three outraged paragraphs:Īctually, Charles Wang was mad at history. In The Wangs Vs the World, self-made millionaire Charles Wang has just suffered his own Lehmans moment, after the banks foreclosed on his cosmetics business. A fortnight later, Lehman Brothers filed the biggest bankruptcy petition in US history, forcing the US to confront its descent into recession. ![]()
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