As a childhood story set in Mao's rural China, you could be forgiven for expecting this to be a bitter, downbeat account. Instead, the positivity and determination of the protagonist leap off every page.
Da Chen's story is a delightful, life-affirming read. Here is a writer who can talk about subsisting on dried yams for months on end, without ever resorting to accepting self-pity, no matter how dire his family's situation becomes. One minute you are despairing at the unfair treatment meted out to him at school, the next you want to cheer, as he gives his detractors and their Communist ideology the proverbial and literal two fingers! Though obviously blessed by many supportive friends and his strong, loving family, Da Chen has crafted a book that doesn't read like some twee, rose-tinted nostalgia trip. It could so easily have been so, but thank Buddha it didn't.
Chen writes with a mixture of honesty, unremitting humour and healthy disdain that proves infectious and compelling. I could not put this book down, and on the occasions I did, it was to wipe away tears of mirth and of utter joy.