is the pain of being rejected for not being of either the old culture or the new: for having imperfect English and "forget[ting] Chinese he never remembered," like what he [Ken Chen] listened to when his mother played "the Peking opera" on the radio. There is his parents' divorce, and the disillusionment that his wise and patronizing father is perhaps not as sure-footed and well-orientated as he seemed:
My father unlocks the door and says, Dropped the keys in the toilet. But that's what
life is like. You're young . . . you don't understand the world
from Powells: Review-A-Day: Nihilistic Joy
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