Growing Up Asian in Australia, the anthology that includes my autobiographical piece “Pigs from Home”, seems to have been included in various school reading curricula. The responses from the kids to the story are hilarious. For example:
I’d just like to clarify, for anyone who stumbles across this, that I don’t actually hate pigs. I just don’t like the way they smell and that may be due to childhood memories of my uncle’s house in Bien Hoa, Vietnam, where the pig sties buttressed right up against the back of the house and the smell was all pervading. Anyhoo, I AM NOT A PIG HATER!
In related news, I have a piece published in the latest edition of Peril, the Asian-Australian arts and culture magazine:
It’s a reworked and shortened piece initially published by Paroxysm Press and mentions my uncle’s house. There’s no pig hating here, although there is more eating of blood.