![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() comparison between the outsiders and the comfortable middle class is sharp stuff, and Ng has great fun making not-so-subtle digs at the more parochial characters, balancing their myopia with small cracks of insight. Who set the little fires everywhere? We keep reading to find out, even as we suspect that it could be us with ash on our hands. The magic of this novel lies in its power to implicate all of its characters - and likely many of its readers - in that innocent delusion. It is a thrillingly democratic use of omniscience, and, for a novel about class, race, family and the dangers of the status quo, brilliantly apt. At the same time, she offers a nuanced and sympathetic portrait of those terrified of losing power. Ng doesn’t miss an opportunity to linger over a minor character, even those we meet for only a moment whose voices might otherwise be rendered in parentheses. ![]() If occasionally the story strains beneath this undertaking - if we hear the squeaky creak of a plot twist or if a character is too conveniently introduced - we hardly mind, for our trusty narrator is as powerful and persuasive and delightfully clever as the narrator in a Victorian novel. It’s this vast and complex network of moral affiliations - and the nuanced omniscient voice that Ng employs to navigate it - that make this novel even more ambitious and accomplished than her debut. ![]()
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