1.
The
Joy Luck Club is
written by Amy Tan, an American-Chinese woman. Both her parents were born and
raised in China, but unlike them, Tan was brought to America by her parents and
raised there. She adapted to the American culture while balancing her ancestral
traditions. Tan’s personal journey is The
Joy Luck Club premise. It contains sixteen interwoven stories of mothers and
daughters that went through the same obstacles that Tan had endured: the
conflict between American-raised daughters and their Chinese immigrant mothers.
The story revolves around many relationships, but the main focal point is
Jing-mei and her mother, Suyuan. Suyuan recently passed away, and Jing-mei has
taken her mother’s place play mahjong in a weekly gathering her mother had
organized in China and brought with her to San Francisco: the Joy Luck Club.
Jing-mei is also on a mission to reunite with her long lost half-sisters who are
back in China. Suyuan was forced to abandon the twins when fleeing from the
invading Japanese during WWII. The first four sections of the books are told
through the mothers’ point of view. They recall their own relationship with
their mothers with perfect recollection and reveal that they are afraid that
their own daughters do not have the same intense relationship that they had with
their mothers. The next four sections are from the daughters’ point of view.
They also recall upon their childhood memories with their mothers, putting to
rest their mothers’ fear that they won’t treasure the mother-daughter bond. The Joy Luck Club represents the
difficulties of the struggle to maintain the mother-daughter bond across
cultural and generational gaps.
2.
There
were multiple themes within The Joy Luck Club, but the most significant
one to me was cultural transition and ethnic identity. I am not from Chinese
descent but from a Japanese one. I too
also feel a gap between my heritage; I may be American, but I am also Japanese.
But then again, I’m neither, because to Americans I’m not “truly American”, but
to the Japanese, I’m not “truly Japanese”. So what am I? This is exactly what the
daughters are feeling in the book, they don’t feel truly anything. This is why
the Joy Luck Club is such a safe-haven to them. They are all considered an
outsider to the rest of the world, but in the club, they are connected to one
another through their differences. The daughters are genetically Chinese, but
aren’t true Chinese. Their mothers are “true Chinese” and so the gap between the
two can put a strain on the relationship.
3. Tan’s tone throughout the book is evocative, memory-filled with happy
thoughts and sometimes remorseful ones. Tan’s words are filled with emotions,
whether those emotions are bitter or joyful, they bring out your sensitive side.
“It was only later that I discovered there was a serious flas with the
American version. There were too many choices, so it was easy to get confused
and pick the wrong thing.
“I raced down the street, dashing between people, not looking back as my
mother screamed shirlly ‘Meimei! Meimei!’ I fled down an alley, past dark,
curtained shops and merchants washing grime off their
windows.
“My breath came out like angry smoke. It was cold…The alley was quiet
and I could see the yellow lights shiningg from our flat like two tiger’s eyes
in the night.”
4.
1)
Tone: Her tone moved you; I couldn’t not help but feel what the character I was
reading about was feeling.
2)
Diction: She used bold, emotion-charged words that would help convey the
character’s feelings.
3)
Syntax: Seeing the story from both the mothers’ and daughters’ view explained
many of the missing links between the two. While you understood their problems
and what they could do to change it, the characters struggled/thrived
on.
4) Symbols: Tan used symbols such as the coy fish in the pond that the
mother loved and the goldfish in the bowl that the daughter loved. It
represented the gap that the two had and the cultural difference they had even
though they were mother and daughter
5) Imagery, specifically metaphors and similes: Like Tan’s tone, her
imagery painted in vivid detail the sorrow, happiness or whatever emotion she
was trying to portray.
“. . . . I wanted my children to have the best combination: American
circumstances and Chinese character. How could I know these two things do not
mix? I taught my daughter how American circumstances work. If you are born poor
here, it’s no lasting shame. . . . In America, nobody says you have to keep the
circumstances somebody else gives you. She learned these things, but I couldn’t
teach her about Chinese character . . . How not to show your own thoughts, to
put your feelings behind your face so you can take advantage of hidden
opportunities. . . . Why Chinese thinking is best.”
“A mother is best. A mother knows what is inside you,” she said. . . . “A psyche-atricks will only make you hulihudu, make you see heimongmong.” Back home, I thought about what she said. . . . These were words I had never thought about in English terms. I suppose the closest in meaning would be “confused” and “dark fog.”But really, the words mean much more than that. Maybe they can’t be easily translated because they refer to a sensation that only Chinese people have. . . .”
“A mother is best. A mother knows what is inside you,” she said. . . . “A psyche-atricks will only make you hulihudu, make you see heimongmong.” Back home, I thought about what she said. . . . These were words I had never thought about in English terms. I suppose the closest in meaning would be “confused” and “dark fog.”But really, the words mean much more than that. Maybe they can’t be easily translated because they refer to a sensation that only Chinese people have. . . .”
“I . . . looked in the mirror. . . . I was strong. I was pure. I had
genuine thoughts inside that no one could see, that no one could ever take away
from me. I was like the wind. . . . And then I draped the large embroidered red
scarf over my face and covered these thoughts up. But underneath the scarf I
still knew who I was. I made a promise to myself: I would always remember my
parents’ wishes, but I would never forget myself."
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