Hong Kong in the 1970s- a time of rapid economic growth, and more significantly, of growth in self-confidence and the forging of a national identity. In a disarming style uniquely her own, Xi Xi weaves a deceptively child-like narrative against a background of the political and social problems of this complex society. Seldom has a writer captured the spirit of a generation with such apparent simplicity and ease.
From Chapter 1-I nod my head to them. Well, except for nodding my head, what can I say? This old and fascinating mansion with its seventeen doors -they just said: You can live here.
By "you" they mean my mother Grace, My sister Braids and me, Fruits. As for them, two are my father's younger sisters, while the other one is his older sister. Yesterday, early in the morning, I thought hard for a full two hours before I recalled having met them twice before. Once I recalled that they looked like water lilies, that is to say brilliant. The other time, I recalled they looked like lotus roots, their faces gray and muddy.