"The Run of the Molars" is the second story in Elaine Chiew's debut collection, The Heartsick Diaspora. Last week I posted upon the lead story, "The Coffin Maker".
As "Run of the Molars" opens an elderly woman is flying in from Singapore for a month long visit in London with her three adult daughters. Singapore is on my list of great dining cities, from the elegant buffets at the top hotels to the incredibly interesting food Hawker Halls. As a Singaporean side benefit, cleanliness standards are very high. Singapore food is a mix of Indian, Malay and Chinese. The daughters feel guilty because they did not want to spend the money to fly home for their father's funeral. Whenever he lost at cards, he used pick out a daughter and whip her so they did not feel much love for him.
Chiew has done a brilliant job with the character of the mother, her daughters and most of all the family relationships. The mother has a very sharp tongue and is not shy to express her criticism. Her first impression of London is that it is a filthy run down place, and compared to Singapore she is right. She has a number of predjudices and quirks. The family gatherings revolve around food and of course nothing the daughters can fix is good enough. I loved this scene, it seems so real. Under it all the mother seems a bit of a monster, pulling the chains of her girls but you know she had to be tough to survive and to raise her daughters as best she could.
"There was steamboat. Her mother gazed at the broth as if to discern the tidal urges of fate, but her mouth narrowed immediately, and she tucked in her chin. The broth was missing key ingredients, like goji berries, licorice root, dong quai or jujubes. These were things on her list of must-haves. Their mother was about to leave and all Tom and Maggie had succeeded in doing was climbing onto her shit-list. True to form, when they sat down to eat, her mother didn’t pick up her chopsticks, didn’t look at the platters of shrimp, fish-balls, tofu cubes, choy sum, or anything else jostling for space on the laden formica table. Instead, she asked for two slices of white bread. ‘You have?’ she asked Maggie. Maggie stood up and flung her chopsticks into the corner. She started cussing in Hokkien. Her eyes bulged like a pomfret. Winnie clapped her hands over her ears. Tom tried to downplay the escalating emotion by shushing Maggie. Matthew stood up as well but sat back down when he realized there was little he could do. Only Leenie and her mother exchanged glances. Her mother’s eyes were curiously glassy, a dull flush pollarded her cheeks, and Leenie could see the thin gleam of her teeth between the cracks, the agitations of her jaw – as if grinding her teeth at a succubus over Leenie’s shoulder."
"Run on the Molars" is long enough to allow us to understand the family dynamics. There is a scene of near heartbreaking sadness and beauty near the close of the story that really quite amazed me. It made me rethink my perceptions of the mother, not on the surface an easy person to like. It was an image to haunt dreams. This story is a very much a work of art and it is flat out a lot of fun to read. Anyone with a mother they dearly love who might not be all sweetness and light all the time will relate and relish this story.
As I read this story I realized there was more love in the sharp toothed remarks of my Mother, all very well deserved, than I realized before she departed. I miss them so much.
The story also is included in Cooked Up: Food Fiction From Around the World, edited by Elaine Chiew, a foodies delight.
I give my total endorsement to the collection.
"Elaine Chiew is a writer and a visual arts researcher, and editor of Cooked Up: Food Fiction From Around the World (New Internationalist, 2015).
Twice winner of the Bridport Short Story Competition, she has published numerous stories in anthologies in the UK, US and Singapore.
Originally from Malaysia, Chiew graduated from Stanford Law School and worked as a corporate securities lawyer in New York and Hong Kong before studying for an MA in Asian Art History at Lasalle College of the Arts Singapore, a degree conferred by Goldsmiths, University of London.
Elaine lives in Singapore" . From her publisher
Mel u
1 comment:
Mel, this sounds like an intense read, not to mention unusual. Ditto for the title. I have never thought of the diaspora, Indian or any other, as anything but homesick.
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