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An Asian-Canadian man meets the sister he never knew he had: a wistful novel about family, loss, and forgiveness.

BEAUTY PLUS PITY new release

“Beauty plus pity—that is the closest we can get to a definition of art.” —Vladimir Nabokov In this tragicomic modern immigrant’s tale, Malcolm Kwan is a slacker twentysomething Asian-Canadian living in Vancouver who is about to embark on a modelling career when his life is suddenly derailed by two near-simultaneous events: the death of his filmmaker father, and the betrayal of his fiancée who has left him. Soon he meets Hadley, the half-sister he never knew existed—the result of his father’s extramarital affair— and as their tentative relationship grows, Malcolm is forced to confront his past relationships with women, including his own mother, an art teacher working through her grief as well as her resentment at her son befriending her husband’s daughter. Written with a winsome yet plaintive eye, Beauty Plus Pity is about a young man who’s forced to reckon with the past as he works through his lifelong ambivalence toward his hyphenated cultural identity, and between two parents holding intolerable secrets.

Kevin Chong Kevin Chong was born in Hong Kong in 1975 and raised in Vancouver. He is the author of a novel, Baroque-a-Nova (Penguin), a music memoir entitled Neil Young Nation (Greystone), and a forthcoming memoir on horse-racing. His writing has appeared in the Globe and Mail, the Walrus, Chatelaine, and the CBC Arts website.

isbn 978-1-55152-416-0

fiction

5.5 x 8 | 256 pp | paper

fic019000

$17.95/ $16.95 us

pub month: september

It took me a moment to find the person my aunts had been talking about. She had hidden herself in a far corner of the room, and sat on the bench of an electric piano that had been pushed aside, a piece of gauzy tarp thrown over it. On a plate balanced between her knees was a piece of coffee cake. She didn’t look much older than sixteen or seventeen, a tall, robust-looking girl with big walnut eyes, a bell-shaped forehead, and a buttery complexion. One corner of her face was curled into a deeply preoccupied expression. She was in a dark crushed velvet dress with large buttons running down the middle, green tights, and boxy platform shoes. She was my newfound sister, and when she caught me looking at her, the corners of her mouth turned down. Who was that staring back at me?

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