Is Crazy Rich Asians a great piece of literature? Good god, no. But I had a terrific time reading it and have been gleefully recommending it to friends. And I felt super-cool when I saw that one of my best friends from High School was thanked in the acknowledgements section — like I was just one degree of separation away from all of this madness.
Crazy Rich Asians is the single most batshit crazy book I’ve ever come across. Its about the uber-wealthy, .1% Southeast Asian population — in this case, mostly based in Singapore. Its a world of private jets, couture wardrobes, overseas educations, and $40 million weddings. Oh, and also backstabbing snobs who love to gossip. Awesome.
Nick Young (born in Singapore) and Rachel Chu (ABC – American Born Chinese) have been dating for two years in New York. They are both professors at NYU and are so alike in so many ways. Rachel’s family loves Nick, but Nick’s family doesn’t even know that Rachel exists. Until…Nick brings Rachel home to Singapore for the “wedding of the year”. Nick is the best man for his friend Colin, a billionaire playboy, who is marrying the most famous, most glamourous Asian supermodel ever. Rachel has no idea what she’s in for.
The descriptions of sheer excess are absolutely insane. The shopping excursions, real estate portfolios, and bachelor/bachelorette parties made me laugh out loud, because I really didn’t know how else to react. But underneath the ridiculousness, there was an interesting commentary on wealth, excess, and prejudice particularly in Singapore and Southeast Asia.
This isn’t Shakespeare, but Kevin Kwan can write. Its been dubbed as “the ultimate beach read”. Well, Summer is over, but I still enjoyed the hell out of it. I haven’t been this entertained by a book in quite a while. I’ll keep an eye out for Kwan’s future works, for sure.