COMING MAY 11, 2021
By heather diamond
Rabbit in the Moon
Moving between Hawaii, Hong Kong, and the continental US, Rabbit in the Moon is an honest, finely crafted meditation on intercultural marriage, the importance of family, and finding the courage to follow your dreams.
“Has all the ingredients of the best memoirs: an exotic setting, quirky characters, and cultural discord ultimately redeemed by love and acceptance.” —Claire Chao, author of Remembering Shanghai
“Diamond is the ideal travel companion for both life and love on any shore—witty, self-deprecating, and observant.” —Joelle Fraser, author of Territory of Men and The Forest House
Heather Diamond grew up in Everett, Washington and lived in Arkansas, Texas, and Hawaii before moving to Hong Kong. She has a Ph.D. in American Studies from the University of Hawaii and has worked as a bookseller, university lecturer, and museum curator. She is the author of American Aloha: Cultural Tourism and the Negotiation of Tradition, and her essays have appeared in Memoir Magazine, Sky Island Journal, Rappahannock Review, Water Wheel Review, Hong Kong Review, New South Journal, and Undomesticated Magazine.
Trading her settled American life for boisterous Cantonese family gatherings, Diamond redefines what it means to enter middle age. –Susan Blumberg-Kason, author of Good Chinese Wife
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Ching Ming (also spelled Qing Ming), one of two annual “grave-sweeping” observances in the Chinese calendar, coincides with Easter this year, which seems vaguely appropriate to me. They are both commemorations of death, transition, and afterlife. Of course, Easter focuses on a single individual while Ching Ming is when Chinese families honor their ancestors. I might be stretching things, but the emphasis in both cases seems to be on continuity after death.
Being in a Chinese family periodically throws me up against my cultural edges and forces me to question behaviors or beliefs I take for granted. For me, the concept of reciprocity is like an electric fence between my American training and Chinese customs. It zaps me with words like favor, debt, and obligation—all of which make me squirm.