Gold Boy, Emerald Girl: Stories by Yiyun Li
By Yiyun Li
In those spellbinding tales, Yiyun Li, a Hemingway Foundation/PEN Award winner, a MacArthur Fellow, and one of many New Yorker's most sensible 20 fiction writers lower than forty, offers us beautiful tales during which politics and folklore magnificently light up the human situation. A professor introduces her middle-aged son to a favourite scholar, ignorant of the student's precise affections. A lifelong bachelor unearths kinship with a guy wrongly accused of an indiscretion. Six girls determine a personal investigating organization to conflict extramarital affairs in Beijing. Written in lyrical prose and with gorgeous honesty, Gold Boy, Emerald woman introduces us to worlds unusual and general, making a spell binding and colourful panorama of existence.
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