Amy Tan
Amy Tan
Amy Tanis an American writer whose works explore mother-daughter relationships and the Chinese-American experience. Her best-known work is The Joy Luck Club, which has been translated into 25 languages. In 1993, the book was adapted into a commercially successful film...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth19 February 1952
CityOakland, CA
CountryUnited States of America
mountain-peaks two people
...we were like two people standing apart on separate mountain peaks, recklessly leaning forward to throw stones at one another, unaware of the dangerous chasm that separated us.
two expectations tests
I hated the tests the raised hopes and failed expectations." - Two Kinds
thinking missing missing-something
Why do you think you are missing something you never had?
book hands different
We all become different readers in how we respond to books, why we need them, what we take from them. We become different in the questions that arise as we read, in the answers that we find, in the degree of satisfaction or unease we feel with those answers...In the hands of a different reader, the same story can be a different story.
reading influence forbidden-things
The forbidden things were a great influence on my life. I was forbidden from reading A Catcher in the Rye.
life thinking inspire
God, life changes faster than you think.
loses
I did not lose myself all at once.
mother chinese lessons
My mother didn't teach me lessons about being Chinese as strongly as she did the notion of who I was as a female.
mother heart firsts
A Mother is the one who fills your heart in the first place.
book writing thinking
You write a book and you hope somebody will go out and pay $24.95 for what you've just said. I think books were my salvation. Books saved me from being miserable.
failure expected
I didn't fear failure. I expected failure.
genre clear steers
I don't steer clear of genres. I simply haven't steered myself toward some of them.
family mother brother
My mother imparted her daily truths so she could help my older brothers and me rise above our circumstances. We lived in San Francisco's Chinatown. Like most of the other Chinese children who played in the back alleys of restaurants and curio shops, I didn't think we were poor. My bowl was always full, three five-course meals every day, beginning with a soup full of mysterious things I didn't want to know the names of.
want imagine disappear
Can you imagine how it is, to want to be neither inside nor outside, to want to be nowhere and disappear?