Each novella-length section stands on its own, lending weight and substance to a superbly crafted whole.
Only a writer as gifted as Peter Ho Davies could capture the full weight of a century's history with such an extraordinary lightness of touch . . . Buoyant yet profound, unsentimental yet affecting, and above all beautifully written, The Fortunes reimagines in thrilling ways what the multi-generational immigrant novel can be.
Davies's first novel, The Welsh Girl was longlisted for the Man Booker Prize, and he was adjudged one of Granta's Best Young British Novelists. The Fortunes is an equally beguiling book, and should do much to strengthen Davies's reputation.
Panoramic in scope yet intimate in detail, THE FORTUNES might be the most honest, unflinching, cathartically biting novel I've read about Chinese American experience.
The book's scope is impressive, but what's even more staggering is the utter intimacy and honesty of each character's introspection. More extraordinary still is the depth and the texture created by the juxtaposition of different eras . . . a brilliant, absorbing masterpiece.
An absorbing, thrillingly serious read
Davies captures historical detail in exacting, immersive prose, with the confidence of an eyewitness . . . By uniting an ambitious range of characters, eras and styles, Davies highlights their commonalities, and the subtle, insidious persistence of history . . . It is unreasonable to expect one book to capture the breadth of a radicalized experience - as a historical construction and an everyday fact, as a source of both community and alienation, as a minor annoyance and a moral threat, as a matter of perception and of identification, its diversity and singularity - but The Fortunes has come astonishingly close. It should take its place as a seminal, defining text on the Chinese-American experience.
Davies pursues his overarching themes of identity and belonging with empathy and wit, repeatedly minting finely judged images that, in a novel not short on flair, arrest and dazzle.
A poignant, cascading four-part novel about being Asian and western, about immigrants and natives, about belonging in a country and one's skin . . . outstanding.
The non-European American immigrant experience is rich fictional territory that has been mined by some fine writers (Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Jhumpa Lahiri, Julie Otsuka) and Ho Davies is absolutely their equal. It is hard to imagine a novelist more alive to the layered ironies of national identity