A prolific maverick with rare satirical wit, Kuang has built a career debunking authoritative institutions. Babel (2022) highlights the prejudices of the British empire through a fantastical Oxford translation institute; Yellowface (2023) transplants a heist thriller into the dark heart of American publishing; Katabasis (2025), a journey into the underworld, gives the academic inferno at Cambridge a new lease of death. Centring on a tough Mandarin language school, Taipei Story explores the torture, hilarity and pretension of learning a second language, but here Kuang also offers a heartfelt journey of self-discovery and family wounds.
Lily sets a clear boundary early on: “I wanted to become Chinese here, on my own terms.” Her classmates soon spot that “Lily is very insecure about her Chineseness”. Kuang renders the toxic dynamics and loneliness of foreign students with tact and heart. But what takes the novel beyond the usual campus relationship drama is Kuang’s meticulous, closeup account of Lily’s determination to learn Mandarin. Lily investigates sentence structures, teases out complex clauses, and gradually holds in her head “longer thought patterns in more nuanced logical relation to one another”. She memorises idioms and appreciates the looser Chinese grammar, compared with Latin and Romance languages. Through short, well-paced, diary-like episodes, where Chinese words appear alongside their English counterparts, Kuang recreates the uncanny process of language acquisition, as if the reader is learning Mandarin side by side with Lily, sharing her joy and frustration.
In her Author’s Note, Kuang says the novel is “about getting things wrong … mistranslation, miscommunication, and misunderstanding”. Where Sofia Coppola’s Lost in Translation has Bill Murray sharing his loneliness with Scarlett Johansson, Taipei Story creates an unlikely romantic comedy about falling in and out of love with a language. The novel sparkles with poker-faced humour about language learning. When Lily thinks she’s improving, her teacher retorts: “you have always sounded like an idiot. It is considerable progress that you can now hear it.” After completing the course, her teacher asks if Lily feels like a different person when speaking Chinese. Lily straightforwardly replies: “I feel younger, and more naive.”
Lily is a captivating character; she mocks herself when she feels taken in, as though authenticity derives from the art of counterfeiting. To master Mandarin, she dutifully immerses herself in Taiwanese culture, visiting night markets, eating local food and living in a grotty private apartment rather than university accommodation. In her mission of “trying to blend in”, she discovers the composite layers of Taiwan’s history, sees the ghosts of China, Japan and America everywhere, and finds “no framework for making sense of” anything. Kuang captures this sensory overload throughout, interweaving the complex politics of food, customs, architecture. This leads to Lily’s realisation that “Taiwan had only ever been passed from occupier to occupier – indeed, to Taiwan’s Indigenous peoples, the Han Chinese themselves were occupiers. So who was I to say any occupier was better than the last?”
China remains a mighty spectre in the novel. Following a bereavement in the Mainland, the book takes a poignant turn when Lily uncovers a family secret that unsettles her assumptions about grief, her grandfather and her mother. Kuang handles this shift with curiosity and empathy, tracing Lily’s investigation in heartbreaking dialogues between mother and daughter. Through this rupture, the novel connects the political history of successive authoritarian governments with a personal story of survival and reinvention. Despite the shock at its heart, the novel sustains its tone of pragmatic equanimity, as when Lily realises: “My grief was not that special … Ask around and every first-, second-, even third-generation Asian American had a sob story somewhere in the family tree.” This tough scepticism towards self and identity drives Taipei Story, as it propels Yellowface and Kuang’s other books too.
Towards the end, recognising America’s weakened influence in the Asia-Pacific, Lily ponders: “What if China invaded Taiwan and it wasn’t free any more?” She imagines missiles “flying at any moment”. She also reflects on how languages “map space differently on to time. In English … the future lay before you. In Chinese, the future lay behind.” Taipei Story is a timely, deeply moving novel that helps us weigh a troubled past against a conflicted present.