The men and women who populate Kevin Kwan’s latest novel, Crazy Rich Asians, are some of the most vile, vapid, superficial, raunchy and conniving Asian characters who have ever been created—and Asian-Americans, by and large, love every single one of them.
In the novel, which seems ready-made for film (in fact, rights have been bought by the producer of a little movie called Hunger Games), there are, for starters: a portly, label-obsessed semi-abusive father; Singaporean moms whose Bible study includes reading tabloids; and the gold-digging, inappropriate soap opera star Kitty Pong.
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