Crazy Rich Asians [NOOK Book]

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Crazy Rich Asians is the outrageously funny debut novel about three super-rich, pedigreed Chinese families and the gossip, backbiting, and scheming that occurs when the heir to one of the most massive fortunes in Asia brings home his ABC (American-born Chinese) girlfriend to the wedding of the season.
When Rachel Chu agrees to spend the summer in Singapore with her boyfriend, Nicholas Young, she envisions a humble family home, long drives to explore the island, and quality time ...
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Overview

Crazy Rich Asians is the outrageously funny debut novel about three super-rich, pedigreed Chinese families and the gossip, backbiting, and scheming that occurs when the heir to one of the most massive fortunes in Asia brings home his ABC (American-born Chinese) girlfriend to the wedding of the season.
When Rachel Chu agrees to spend the summer in Singapore with her boyfriend, Nicholas Young, she envisions a humble family home, long drives to explore the island, and quality time with the man she might one day marry. What she doesn't know is that Nick's family home happens to look like a palace, that she'll ride in more private planes than cars, and that with one of Asia's most eligible bachelors on her arm, Rachel might as well have a target on her back. Initiated into a world of dynastic splendor beyond imagination, Rachel meets Astrid, the It Girl of Singapore society; Eddie, whose family practically lives in the pages of the Hong Kong socialite magazines; and Eleanor, Nick's formidable mother, a woman who has very strong feelings about who her son should--and should not--marry. Uproarious, addictive, and filled with jaw-dropping opulence, Crazy Rich Asians is an insider's look at the Asian JetSet; a perfect depiction of the clash between old money and new money; between Overseas Chinese and Mainland Chinese; and a fabulous novel about what it means to be young, in love, and gloriously, crazily rich.
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Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
Kwan’s debut novel is a fun, over-the-top romp through the unbelievable world of the Asian jet set, where anything from this season is already passé and one’s pedigree is everything. When Rachel Chu’s boyfriend, Nick Young, invites her home to Singapore for the summer, she doesn’t realize how much gossip she’s generated among Asian socialites around the world. To Rachel, Nick is a sweet, intelligent history professor—and the first man she’s imagined marrying. To the Asian billionaire set, he’s the gorgeous heir apparent to one of China’s most “staggeringly rich” and well-established families who virtually control the country’s commerce with their ancient fortunes. As soon as she steps off the plane, Rachel is ushered into the opulent world of castle-like estates and mind-boggling luxury. As if the shock of realizing the scale of Nick’s wealth is not enough, she must also contend with a troupe of cruel socialites who would absolutely die before they let Singapore’s most eligible bachelor get snapped up by a no-name “ABC” (American-born Chinese). There is also Nick’s family—his imposing mother, Eleanor, who has exact ideas about who Nick should be dating; his beautiful cousin Astrid, who the younger girls dub “the Goddess” for her stunning fashion sense (she was “the first to pair a vintage Saint Laurent Le Smoking jacket with three-dollar batik shorts”); and Nick’s cousin, the flamboyant Oliver, who helps Rachel navigate this strange new world. A witty tongue-in-cheek frolic about what it means to be from really old money and what it’s like to be crazy rich. (June)
From the Publisher
“A dizzily shopaholic comedy. . . . Wickedly delectable. . . . Offers refreshing nouveau voyeurism to readers who long ago burned out on American and English aspirational fantasies. . . . Hilarious.”
Janet Maslin, The New York Times
 
“It’s impossible not to get sucked into this satirical novel about the jet-setting lives of an enormous busybody family and its infinite Louboutin collection.”
Glamour
 
“There’s rich, there’s filthy rich, and then there’s crazy rich. . . . A Pride and Prejudice-like send-up.”
—People 
 
“If this isn’t the funniest book so far this year, it’s up there. . . . Kwan, who grew up in Singapore, skewers his subjects deftly, stylishly, and completely—but with heart.”
The Denver Post
 
“Deliciously decadent. . . . This 48-karat beach read is crazy fun. . . . [Read] Crazy Rich Asians, on an exotic beach in super-expensive sunglasses.”
Entertainment Weekly

“An unputdownably funny, original, modern novel. . . . I actually couldn't put this book down to eat or to watch Downton Abbey.”
—Plum Sykes, author of Bergdorf Blondes
 
“Rachel’s squeaky-clean naiveté is a clever foil to the intricate workings of the high-glamour Asian set around her. Chinese on the outside but all-American on the inside, she allows us to see the myriad nuances of intra-Asian culture that the novel goes to great lengths to show.”
—Tash Aw, NPR
 
“Rollicking. . . . A lively, generous story of shallow extravagance and human devotion.”
The Boston Globe
 
“Original and fun, Crazy Rich Asians is quite a roller coaster trip. I loved it!”
—Jackie Collins, author of The Power Trip
 
“Delightfully soapy. . . . [Crazy Rich Asians] eats its chiffon cake and has it too, simultaneously tut-tutting many of its characters for their vapid materialism while reveling in the milieu’s sybaritic excess.”
The Wall Street Journal
 
“As spicily adventurous and lusciously satisfying as the renowned Singaporean street food Kevin Kwan’s characters argue over; hot and sizzling, like the best satay, and dreamily transporting, like everyone's favorite dessert—goreng pisang. Feast on this outrageously funny and insightful novel of modern manners, and enjoy!”
—Lisa See, author of Dreams of Joy and Shanghai Girls
 
“[An] instant favorite. . . . Opulence and zaniness reign.”
O, The Oprah Magazine

“Like Dynasty on steroids with more private jets, bigger houses, and a lot more money.”
—VanityFair.com 
 
“Kevin Kwan gets it right in his debut novel steeped in love and dripping with money."
Daily Candy
 
“Both a deliciously satiric read and a Fodor’s of sorts to the world of Singapore’s fabulously moneyed, both new and old.”
The Daily News
 
“Jane Austen, or maybe Edith Wharton, goes to Singapore, turning in this lively, entertaining novel of manners.”
Kirkus Reviews (starred review)
 
“Mordantly funny. . . . [A] winning summer satire.”
—Vogue
 
“A juicy, close anthropological read of Singapore high society.”
Elle

“Shrewd, funny, sexy. . . . At once a love story and a potent combination of vintage Jackie Collins and early Evelyn Waugh.”
—Michael Korda, author of Charmed Lives

“A witty tongue-in-cheek frolic about what it means to be from really old money and what it's like to be crazy rich.”
Publishers Weekly, Pick of the Week

Library Journal
When Nicholas Young asks American-born Rachel Chu to summer with him at his home in Singapore, she doesn't realize that he is in fact heir to one of Asia's wealthiest families. Juicy stuffy that's culturally interesting for clarifying the difference between mainland and overseas Chinese; billed as Jackie Collins meets Amy Tan.
Kirkus Reviews
Jane Austen, or maybe Edith Wharton, goes to Singapore, turning in this lively, entertaining novel of manners. You've got to like any novel set in Asia that includes, among many splendid one-liners, this amah's admonition: "Don't you know there are children starving in America?" Of varying ethnicities but resolutely members of the 1 percent or aspiring, one way or another, to be so, Kwan's characters are urban sophisticates par excellence, many of them familiar with the poshest districts of London, Paris, New York and Hong Kong. Many of them are also adrift, with soulless consumerism replacing society: It's Less Than Zero without all the coke. When socialite Astrid, for instance, is in a mood, as she so often is, she goes shopping in boutiques haunted by "the wives of Persian Gulf sheikhs, Malay sultans, and the Indonesian Chinese oligarchs." Not half-bad company, but then Astrid moves in a rarefied circle around the richest of the rich. At its center is 32-year-old Nicholas Young, whose ABC girlfriend--American-born Chinese, that is--Rachel Chu, has come to Singapore to meet the family. To Nick's credit, she is taken aback by just how phenomenally wealthy they are. "It's like any big family," Nick assures her. "I have loudmouth uncles, eccentric aunts, obnoxious cousins, the whole nine yards." Well, and then some. Rachel discovers that the position of being Nick's intended isn't an easy one--not only are there other would-be plutocrats gunning for the spot, but the family also doesn't make things easy, either. A diverse set of characters and a light, unstrained touch move Kwan's story along. Yet, even though one feels for Rachel, there's a point--right about at the spot where one of her new girlfriends is showing off the yoga studio inside daddy's new jet--that one gets the feeling that Ho Chi Minh might have had a point after all. An elegant comedy and an auspicious debut.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780385536981
  • Publisher: Knopf Doubleday Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 6/11/2013
  • Sold by: Random House
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 416
  • Sales rank: 7,494
  • File size: 3 MB

Meet the Author

Kevin Kwan was born and raised in Singapore. He currently lives in Manhattan. Crazy Rich Asians is his first novel.
Visit Kevin Kwan at www.kevinkwanbooks.com.
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            As Peik Lin’s car approached the porte cochere of Tyersall Park, Nicholas Young bounded down the front steps. “I was worried you’d gotten lost,” he said, opening the car door.
         “We did get a bit lost, actually,” Rachel replied. 
         “For some strange reason, your grandmother’s house didn’t show up on my GPS,” said Peik Lin, who prided herself on knowing every street in Singapore.
         Rachel got out of the car and stared up at the majestic facade before her. “Am I really late?”
         “No, it’s OK,” Nick said. “Peik Lin—thanks so much for giving Rachel a lift.”
         “Of course,” Peik Lin murmured, rather stunned by her surroundings. She paused, thinking Nick might invite her in for a drink, but no invitation seemed forthcoming. Finally she said as nonchalantly as possible, “This is quite a place—is it your grandmother’s?”
         “Yes,” Nick replied.
         “Has she lived here a long time?” Peik Lin asked, craning to get a better look.
         “Since she was a young girl.”
         What Peik Lin really wanted to ask was, Who on earth is your grandmother? “Well, you two have a great time,” she said instead, winking at Rachel and mouthing Call me later. Rachel gave her friend a quick smile.
         Nick turned to Rachel, looking a little sheepish. “I hope it’s OK . . . but it’s not just the family. My grandmother decided to have a small party at the last minute because her tan hua flowers are going to bloom tonight.”
         “She’s throwing a party because some flowers are in bloom?” Rachel asked.
         “Well, these are very rare. They bloom only about once every decade, and only at night. The whole thing lasts just a few hours. It’s quite something.”
         “Sounds cool, but now I’m feeling really underdressed,” Rachel said, eyeing the fleet of limousines lining the driveway. She was wearing a sleeveless, chocolate-colored linen dress, a pair of low-heeled sandals, and the only expensive piece of jewelry she owned—Mikimoto pearl studs that her mother had given her when she got her doctorate.
         “Not at all—you look absolutely perfect,” Nick replied. 
         As they entered the house, Rachel was transfixed for a few moments by the intricate black, blue, and coral mosaic tile pattern on the floor of what appeared to be a large foyer. Then, to her amazement, a tall, spindly Indian man standing next to a table clustered with pots of enormous white-and-purple phalaenopsis orchids bowed ceremoniously to her.
         “Everyone’s upstairs in the living room,” Nick said, leading Rachel toward a carved-stone staircase. She saw something out of the corner of her eye and let out a quick gasp. By the side of the staircase lurked a huge tiger, mouth open in a ferocious growl.
         “It looks so real!” Rachel said.
         “It was real,” Nick said. “It’s a native Singaporean tiger. They used to roam this area. My great-grandfather shot it when it ran into the house and hid under the billiard table, or so the story goes.”
         “Poor guy,” Rachel said. 
         “It used to scare the hell out of me when I was little. I never dared go near the foyer at night,” Nick said.
         “You grew up here?” Rachel asked in surprise.
         “Yes, until I was about seven.”
         “You never told me you lived in a palace.”
         “This isn’t a palace. It’s just a big house.”
         “Nick, where I come from, this is a palace,” Rachel said, gazing up at the cast-iron-and-glass cupola soaring above them. The murmur of party chatter and piano keys wafted down. As they entered the drawing room, Rachel felt momentarily giddy, as if she had been transported back in time to the grand lounge of a twenties ocean liner, en route from Venice to Istanbul, perhaps.
        
         The “living room,” as Nick so modestly called it, was a gallery that ran along the entire northern end of the house, with Art Deco divans, wicker club chairs, and ottomans casually grouped into intimate seating areas. A row of tall plantation doors opened onto a veranda, inviting a view of verdant parklands and the scent of night-blooming jasmine into the room. At the far end of the room a young man in a tuxedo played on a Bösendorfer grand piano. Rachel longed to study every exquisite detail: the exotic potted palms in massive Qianlong dragon jardinieres, the lacquered teak surfaces, the silver-and-lapis-lazuli-filigreed walls. The glamorous guests, she couldn’t help noticing, appeared completely at ease lounging on the shantung silk ottomans while a retinue of white-gloved servants circulated with trays of cocktails.
         “Here comes my cousin Astrid’s mother,” Nick muttered. A stately-
looking lady approached them, wagging a finger at Nick.
         “Nicky, you naughty boy, why didn’t you tell us you were back?” The woman spoke in a clipped English accent straight out of a Merchant Ivory film. Rachel couldn’t help but notice how her tightly permed black hair fittingly resembled the Queen of England’s.
         “So sorry, I thought you and Uncle Harry would be in London at this time of the year. Dai gu cheh, this is my girlfriend, Rachel Chu. Rachel, this is my auntie Felicity Leong.”
         Felicity nodded at Rachel, boldly scanning her up and down.
         “So nice to meet you,” Rachel said, unsettled by her hawklike gaze.
         “Is Astrid here yet?” Nick asked.
         “Aiyah, you know that girl is always late!” At that moment, his aunt noticed an elderly Indian woman in a gold-and-peacock-blue sari being helped up the stairs. “Dear Mrs. Singh, when did you get back from Udaipur?” she screeched, pouncing on the woman as Nick guided Rachel out of the way.
         “Who is that lady?” Rachel asked.
         “That’s Mrs. Singh, a family friend who used to live down the street. She’s the daughter of a maharaja and was great friends with Nehru. I’ll introduce you later, when my aunt isn’t breathing down our necks.”
         “Her sari is absolutely stunning,” Rachel remarked, gazing at the elaborate gold stitching.
         “I hear she flies all her saris back to New Delhi to be specially cleaned,” Nick said as he tried to escort Rachel toward the bar, unwittingly steering her into the path of a very posh-looking middle-aged couple. The man had a pompadour of Brylcreemed black hair while his wife wore a classic gold-buttoned red-and-white Chanel suit.
         “Uncle Dickie, Auntie Nancy, meet my girlfriend, Rachel Chu,” Nick said. “Rachel, this is my uncle and his wife, from the T’sien side of the family.”
         “Ah, Rachel, I’ve met your grandfather in Taipei . . . Chu Yang Chung, isn’t it?” Uncle Dickie asked.
         “Er . . . actually, no. My family isn’t from Taipei,” Rachel stammered.
         “Oh. Where are they from, then?”
         “Guangdong originally, and nowadays California.”
         Uncle Dickie looked a bit taken aback, while his well-coiffed wife grasped his arm tightly and continued. “Oh, we know California very well. Northern California, actually.”
         “Yes, that’s where I’m from,” Rachel replied politely.
         “Ah, well then, you must know the Gettys? Ann is a great friend of mine,” Nancy effused.
         “Um, are you referring to the Getty Oil family?”
         “Is there any other?” Nancy asked.
         “Rachel’s from Cupertino, not San Francisco, Auntie Nancy. And that’s why I need to introduce her to Francis Leong over there, who I hear is going to Stanford this fall,” Nick cut in, quickly moving Rachel along. The next half hour was a blur of nonstop greetings, as Rachel was introduced to aunties and uncles and cousins, the distinguished though diminutive Thai ambassador, and the sultan of some unpronounceable Malay state, along with his two wives in bejeweled head scarves.
         One woman seemed to command the attention of the room. She was very slim and aristocratic-looking with snow-white hair and ramrod-straight posture, dressed in a long white silk cheongsam. Most of the guests orbited around her, paying tribute, and when she at last came toward them, Rachel noticed Nick’s resemblance to her. Rachel decided to greet her in Mandarin, but before Nick could make proper introductions, she bowed her head nervously and said, “It is such a pleasure to meet you. Thank you for inviting me to your beautiful home.”
         The woman looked at her quizzically and replied slowly in Mandarin, “It is a pleasure to meet you, too, but you are mistaken; this is not my house.”
         “Rachel, this is my great-aunt Rosemary,” Nick explained hurriedly.
         “And you’ll have to forgive me, my Mandarin is really quite rusty,” Great-Aunt Rosemary added in a Vanessa Redgrave English.
         “Oh, I’m so sorry,” Rachel said, her cheeks flushing bright red. She could feel all eyes in the room upon her, amused by her faux pas.
         “No need to apologize.” Great-Aunt Rosemary smiled graciously. “Nick has told me quite a bit about you, and I was so looking forward to meeting you.”
         Nick put his arm around Rachel and said, “Here, come meet my grandmother.” They walked across the room, and on the sofa closest to the veranda sat an older woman dressed simply in a rose-colored silk blouse and tailored cream trousers, her steel-gray hair held in place by an ivory headband. Standing behind her were two ladies in immaculate matching gowns of iridescent silk.
         Nick addressed his grandmother in Cantonese. “Ah ma, I’d like you to meet my friend Rachel Chu, from America.”
         “So nice to meet you!” Rachel blurted, forgetting her Mandarin.
         Nick’s grandmother peered up at Rachel. “Thank you for coming,” she replied haltingly, in English, before turning to resume her conversation with a woman at her side. The two ladies swathed in silk stared inscrutably at Rachel.
         “Let’s get some punch,” Nick said, directing Rachel toward a table dominated by a huge Venetian glass punch bowl.
         “That had to be the most awkward moment of my life,” Rachel whispered.
         “Nonsense. She was just in the middle of another conversation,” Nick said.
         “Who were those two elegant women in matching silk dresses standing like statues behind her?” Rachel asked.
         “Her lady’s maids. They never leave her side. They’re from Thailand and were trained to serve in the royal court.”
         “Is this a common thing in Singapore? Importing royal maids from Thailand?” Rachel asked incredulously.
         “I don’t believe so. This service was a special lifetime gift to my grandmother.”
         “A gift? From whom?”
         “The King of Thailand.”
         “Oh,” Rachel said. She took the glass of punch from Nick and noticed that the fine etching on the Venetian glassware perfectly matched the intricate fretwork pattern on the ceiling. She leaned against the back of a sofa for support.There was so much for her to take in. Who knew that Nick’s family would turn out to be so grand? And why hadn’t he prepared her better?
         Rachel felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned around to see Nick’s cousin, Astrid Leong, holding a sleepy toddler. “Astrid!” she cried, delighted to see a friendly face. Astrid was wearing the chicest outfit Rachel had ever seen—an embroidered Alexis Mabille white peasant blouse, pearl-gray Lanvin cigarette pants, and a fantastical pair of bejeweled earrings, very Millicent Rogers. So this was Astrid in her natural habitat.
         “Hello, hello!” Astrid said cheerily. “Cassian, say hi to Auntie Rachel.” The child stared at Rachel, then buried his head into his mother’s shoulder. “So,” she continued, “how are you finding Singapore so far? Having a good time?”
         “A great time! Although tonight’s been a bit . . . overwhelming.”
         “I can only imagine,” Astrid said with a knowing glint in her eye.
         A melodious peal rang out. An elderly woman in a white cheongsam top and black silk trousers was playing a small silver xylophone by the stairs.
         “Ah, the dinner gong,” Astrid said. “Come, let’s eat.”
         The crowd began to make a beeline for the stairs, passing the woman with the xylophone. As they approached her, Nick gave the woman a big bear hug and exchanged a few words in Cantonese. “This is Ling Cheh, the woman who pretty much raised me from birth,” he explained. “She has been with our family since 1948.”
         “Wah, nay gor nuay pang yau gum laeng, ah!  Faai di git fun!” Ling Cheh commented, grasping Rachel’s hand gently. Nick grinned, blushing a little. Astrid quickly translated: “Ling Cheh just teased Nick about how pretty his lady friend is.” Then she whispered to Rachel, “She also ordered him to marry you soon!” Rachel laughed.
         A buffet supper had been set up in the conservatory, an elliptical-shaped room with frescoed walls of Chinese mountainscapes. Three enormous tables gleamed with silver chafing dishes, one  offering Thai delicacies, another Malaysian cuisine, and the last classic Chinese dishes. Rachel came upon a tray of exotic-looking golden wafers folded into little top hats. “What in the world are these?” she wondered aloud.
         “That’s kueh pie tee, a nyonya dish. Little tarts filled with jicama, carrots, and shrimp. Try one,” a voice behind her said. Rachel looked around and saw a dapper man in a white linen suit. He bowed in a courtly manner and introduced himself. “We’ve never properly met. I’m Oliver T’sien, Nick’s cousin.” Yet another Chinese relative with a British accent, but his sounded even plummier than the rest.
         “Nice to meet you. I’m Rachel——”
         “Yes, I know. Rachel Chu, of Cupertino, Palo Alto, Chicago, and Manhattan. You see, your reputation precedes you.”
         “Does it?” Rachel asked, trying not to sound too surprised.
         “Don’t you know how much the tongues have been wagging since you’ve arrived?” he said mischievously.
         “I had no clue,” Rachel said a little uneasily. Walking out onto the terrace, she noticed the lady in the Chanel suit and her husband looking toward her expectantly.
         Oliver grabbed her plate from her hand and walked it over to a table at the far end of the terrace.
         “Why are you avoiding them?” Rachel asked.
         “I’m not. I’m helping you avoid them. You can thank me later.”
         “Why?” Rachel pressed on.
         “Well, first of all, they are insufferable name-droppers, always going on about their latest cruise on so-and-so’s yacht, and second, they aren’t exactly on your team.”
         “I didn’t realize I was on any team.”
         “Like it or not, you are, and they are here tonight to spy for the opposition.”
         “To spy?”
         “Yes. They mean to pick you apart and serve you up as an amuse-bouche the next time they’re invited to dinner.”
         This Oliver seemed like a character straight out of an Oscar Wilde play. He looked to be in his mid-30s, with short, meticulously combed hair and small round tortoiseshell glasses that only accentuated his longish face. “So how exactly are you related to Nick?” Rachel asked, changing the subject.
         “Nick’s grandfather James Young and my grandmother Rosemary T’sien are brother and sister.”
         “But that would mean that you and Nick are second cousins.”
         “Right. But here in Singapore, since extended families abound, we all just say we’re ‘cousins’ to avoid confusion.” 
         Just then Nick and Astrid appeared. Oliver turned to Astrid and his eyes widened. “Holy Mary Mother of Tilda Swinton, look at those earrings! Wherever did you get them?”
         “At Stephen Chia’s . . . they’re VBH,” Astrid said.
         “Of course they are. I wouldn’t have thought they were quite your style, but they do look fabulous on you. Hmm . . . you still can surprise me after all these years.”
         “You know I try, Ollie, I try.”
         “Oliver is the Asian art and antiquities expert for Christie’s in London,” Nick explained to Rachel.
         “Yes, the Asian art market is heating up like you wouldn’t believe.”
         “I hear that every new Chinese billionaire is trying to get their hands on a Warhol these days,” Nick remarked.
         “Well, yes; there are quite a few wannabe Saatchis around, but I’m dealing more with the ones trying to buy back the great antiquities from European and American collectors. For years, hardly anyone in Asia bothered to collect Chinese pieces, not with any real discernment, anyway. Why, even your great-grandfather went mad for Art Deco when he could have snapped up all the imperial treasures coming out of China.”
         Just then someone announced, “The tan huas are coming into bloom!” As the guests began to head back in, Nick pulled Rachel aside. “Here, let’s take a shortcut,” he said. Nick led her through a long passage into an enclosed courtyard that was open to the sky. Rachel couldn’t believe her eyes. It was as if they had stumbled onto a secret cloister deep within a Moorish palace. Elaborately carved columns lined the arcades around the perimeter, and a lotus blossom sculpted out of rose quartz protruded from a stone wall, spouting a stream of water. Overhead, hundreds of copper lanterns flickered with candlelight.
         Rachel walked to the center of the courtyard. In the middle of a reflecting pool were huge terra-cotta urns that held the painstakingly cultivated tan huas. Rachel had never seen such exotic flowers. The tangled forest of plants grew together into a profusion of large leaves the color of dark jade. Long stems sprouted from the edges of the leaves, curving until they formed huge bulbs. Pale reddish petals curled around them. Oliver stood by the flowers, scrutinizing one of the bulbs closely.
         “You know, it’s considered to be very auspicious to witness tan huas blooming in the night,” he said.
         Just then Rachel noticed Nick under an arcade chatting intently with a striking woman. “Who is that woman talking to Nick?” Rachel asked.
         “Oh, that’s Jacqueline Ling. An old family friend.”
         Rachel stared at Jacqueline’s ballerina-like figure, shown to great advantage by the pale yellow halter top and palazzo pants that she wore with a pair of silver stilettos.
          “She looks like a movie star,” Rachel commented.
         “Yes, doesn’t she? I’ve always thought that Jacqueline looks like a Chinese Catherine Deneuve, only more beautiful.”
         “She does look like her!”
         “Widowed once, almost married a British marquess, and since then she’s been the companion of a Norwegian tycoon. There’s a story I heard as a child: Jacqueline’s beauty was so legendary that when she visited Hong Kong for  the first time in the sixties, her arrival attracted a throng of spectators, as if she were Elizabeth Taylor. All the men were clamoring to propose to her, and fights broke out at the terminal. It made the newspapers, apparently.”
         “All because of her beauty.”
         “Yes, and her bloodline. She’s the granddaughter of Ling Yin Chao.”
         “Who’s that?”
         “He was one of Asia’s most revered philanthropists. Built schools all over China. Not that Jacqueline is following in his footsteps, unless you consider her donations in aid of Manolo Blahnik.”
         Rachel laughed, as both of them noticed that Jacqueline had one hand on Nick’s arm.
         “Don’t worry—she flirts with everyone,” Oliver quipped. “Do you want another piece of juicy gossip?”
         “Please.”
         “I’m told Nick’s grandmother very much wanted Jacqueline for Nick’s father. But she didn’t succeed.”
         “He wasn’t swayed by her looks?”
         “Well, he already had another beauty on his hands—Nick’s mother. You haven’t met Auntie Elle yet, have you?”
         “No, she went away for the weekend.”
         “Hmm, how interesting. She never goes away when Nicholas is in town,” Oliver said, turning around to make sure no one was within earshot before leaning closer in. “I’d tread extra carefully around Eleanor Young if I were you. She maintains a rival court,” he said mysteriously before walking off.
         Left alone, Rachel felt unnerved by his warning. She allowed her eyes to close for a moment. Every time a breeze blew, the copper lanterns swayed like hundreds of glowing orbs adrift in a dark ocean. For a moment Rachel felt as if she were floating along with them. She wondered if life with Nick would always be like this. 
           

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Reading Group Guide

1. Compare how Nick’s mother (p. 21–28, p. 56) and Rachel’s mother (p. 31–34, p. 68) react to hearing about their trip to Singapore. What do their reactions reveal about each of them as mothers? What qualities, if any, do they share? What is the significance of the “Chinese Way” (p. 68) in the mothers’ approach to courtship and marriage? Compare this with Rachel and Sophie’s conversation about marriage later in the book (pp. 278–79).

2. Does Nick’s description—“It’s like any big family. I have loudmouthed uncles, eccentric aunts, obnoxious cousins, the whole nine yards” (p. 67)—match the way most of us view our own families? Why doesn’t he tell Rachel more about the background and status of his family before their trip?

3. What does Rachel’s view of Asian men reveal about the complications of growing up Asian in America (p. 90)? How does Kwan use humor to make a serious point here and in other parts of the novel?

4. Discuss the role of gossip in the novel. What kinds of rumors do Nick’s friends and family spread about Rachel, and why?  How do misunderstandings and misinformation (intentional or not) propel the plot and help define the characters? Consider, for example, the conversations at the Bible study class Eleanor attends (p. 108–109) and the chatter of the guests at Araminta’s bachelorette party (pp. 262–70).

5. Do you see the events surround Colin’s wedding and the ceremony itself as brazen, even crude displays of wealth or are there aspects of the celebrations that are appealing (pp. 393–416)? How do they compare to society or celebrity weddings you have read about?

6. What sort of future do you imagine for Nick and Rachel? Is it possible for Rachel to fit into a world “so different from anything [she’s] used to” (p. 431)?  Does Nick fully understand the reasons for her doubts and unhappiness? What supports your point of view?

7. Why does the author devote different sections of the novel to specific characters? What effect does this have on your impressions of and sympathies for the problems and prejudices that motivate each of them?

8. What do the marriages of Eleanor and Philip, Astrid and Michael, and Eddie and Fiona show about what makes a marriage work and what can undermine even the best-intentioned husbands and wives?

9. F. Scott Fitzgerald famously said, "The rich are different from you and me." In what ways are the characters in Crazy Rich Asians different from you and the people you know? Do they reflect the values of the particular communities Kwan explores or do they represent the ways of rich people everywhere? How do the divisions between economic and social status manifest themselves in American society?

10. The novel makes a clear distinction between old money (the Youngs and their extended family) and new money (Peik Lin’s family, for example), as well as between Mainland and Overseas Chinese. What differences do you see between these groups and the way they deal with their wealth?  How does this shape their perceptions of themselves and one another?

11. Crazy Rich Asians is a story of the extremes of conspicuous wealth and consumption. Which scenes and settings in the novel best capture this excess?  What do the many references to well-known luxury brands and exotic, expensive settings contribute to your sense of the time, place, and worldview of the characters?

12. Nick’s family has enjoyed wealth and privilege over several generations. Discuss the impact of their position on each generation, from the imperious Eleanor to the status-consumed Eddie to Astrid, the It girl of Asian society, to Nick. Despite their very different approaches to life, what rules or traditions influence their behavior and interactions? What elements from his past does Nick retain, despite his new life in America?

13. What role does the legacy of European imperialism play in the older generation’s tastes and style? How is the younger generation affected by their travels abroad and exposure to modern-day Western society? What insights does Rachel and Nick’s conversation with Su Yi give into the melding and clashing of European and Chinese cultures over the course of time (pp. 335–38)?

14. In addition to straightforward explanations of Chinese words, what function do the footnotes serve? In what ways do they help the author to fill out the narrative or comment on the context and content of his story?  Look, for instance, at the notes on pages 141, 180, 219, and 263.

15. Behind its satirical tone and intent, what does the novel suggest about the ethical and emotional implications of the behavior that the characters indulge in?  Does it make you think about some of your own actions or decisions?

16. What did you know about the financial boom in contemporary Asia before you read the novel? Were you surprised by manifestations of wealth depicted in the book? Peik Lin’s father says, “[T]his so-called ‘prosperity’ is going to be the downfall of Asia. Each new generation becomes lazier than the next.... Nothing lasts forever, and when this boom ends, these youngsters won’t know what hit them” (p. 303).  To what extent are his insights accurate, not only in regard to the situation in Asia today but also to economic patterns across history?

17. Kevin Kwan has said that his novel follows an age-old literary tradition (Wall Street Journal, July 11, 2013).  He points to Jane Austen writing about the “manor-house set,” Edith Wharton’s tales of America’s gilded age at the turn of the century, and F. Scott Fitzgerald’s chronicles of New York in the roaring ’20s. If you have read these books—or other novels about the manners and mores of the past—discuss the echoes and parallels you find in Crazy Rich Asians.

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  • Posted June 11, 2013

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    For a debut novel you can't get much better than this. I picked

    For a debut novel you can't get much better than this. I picked it up because I thought the title was funny and was very pleasantly surprised to discover a really great book.

    11 out of 12 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 15, 2013

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    This is an over the top funny book. I loved every page. Two thum

    This is an over the top funny book. I loved every page. Two thumbs up.

    9 out of 11 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted June 20, 2013

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    I found Crazy Rich Asians by Kevin Kwan to be a delightful read.

    I found Crazy Rich Asians by Kevin Kwan to be a delightful read. The characters were well developed. The plot was interesting to watch unfold. I truly enjoyed this book and would recommend it as a great summer read.

    6 out of 8 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 23, 2013

    Good read

    Interesting read about asian culture and cultural clashes among the many types of chinese-based upbringings. But in reality, this book should have been called the real housewives (and husbands) of Singapore, except that their wealth surpasses anybody's imagination. These are some filthy rich, spoiled and abnouxious individuals that pick and choose what they like about chinese tradition and the capitalism of the Western world. The story is enjoyable, though I did not find it as funny as some reviews say. There are a lot (a lot!) of characters involved here, so it helps to have plenty of time when you sit to read it. My main disappointment with the book is that it was rushed in the end. It contrasted with the level of detail and easy pace that characterized most of the book. It wrapped up so fast that I continued looking for additional chapters. As a result, it left many things unresolved. A pity.

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 19, 2013

    This was nothing more than a chick lit book set in Asia. This s

    This was nothing more than a chick lit book set in Asia. This story has been done over and over and over in different settings and in different eras. The ending seems thrown together as if the author needed to quickly end the book. If you want to read well-written stories with an Asian perspective, read The Joy Luck Club or Snow Flower and the Secret Fan or even Memoirs of a Geisha. Granted, they are not all set in modern times, but they are all well-written with compelling narratives. I really wanted to like this book and wish that I had.

    3 out of 6 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted January 4, 2014

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    So-so.

    So-so.
    It’s not like this book is bad. It’s just that its title pretty much contains its entire plot, characters and style. The rest of the book is just a junkyard of luxury restaurants, spoiled brats, Chinese billionaires, jewelry, mansions, snobs, and clubs. Monotone and predictable. I lost interest and couldn’t finish it.
    I grade books as Buy and Keep ( BK), Read a Library Copy (RLC) and Once-I-Put-It-Down-I-Couldn’t-Pick-It-Up (OIPD-ICPU). This one was .OIPD-ICPU for sure.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 3, 2013

    Great read. Can't wait to see what else he writes! I felt like a

    Great read. Can't wait to see what else he writes! I felt like a fly on the wall most pages. Great sense of comedy in conversations and the right touch of seriousness in other areas. Highly recommend for a fun, can't wait to get back to read.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 15, 2013

    Pride and Prejudice meets Downton Abbey's Real Housewives... in

    Pride and Prejudice meets Downton Abbey's Real Housewives... in Singapore. (some minor spoilers ahead!) What a fun, great read! At times the sheer amount of characters got confusing, but overall Kwan did a great job wrangling such a large cast. While sometimes the dialogue felt a bit flat, the narration (including the footnotes) felt so easy and comfortable I could easily overlook it. It kept a brisk pace with only a few hiccups (for example, I lost some interest in Astrid's arc after she confronted Michael the first time, since I wasn't totally clear where it was going and if it was going to be worth following.) I was pleasantly surprised with how much richness there was to this novel: the commentary and observations on society, the surprising moment when a dislikable character has a moment of humanity-- or when the one you thought was okay turns into a jag. I would've liked more depth to Rachel's character, a little more oomph, but she was nonetheless a fun heroine. Highly recommend, looking forward to more from this author!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 31, 2013

    Disappointed

    Bought this based on a professional review I heard on NPR, if I recall correctly. Definitely not a guy book, might appeal to some ladies. Have always been curious about this subject, but this is not that interesting.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 16, 2013

    Great funny read.  Highly recommend.  Can't wait for the next bo

    Great funny read.  Highly recommend.  Can't wait for the next book!

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 9, 2013

    Shelby

    Hey

    1 out of 19 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted August 18, 2014

    real crispy

    real crispy

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 8, 2014

    Lilly

    Chokes on di.ck.(sorry rico my nook is almost out of battery.lets meet tomarow at 3:00 P.M. and if that doesnt happen we can meet at 3:00 P.M. on Sunday love you bye!)

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    Posted August 8, 2014

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 8, 2014

    To be honest, I picked up this book for the deal (buy 2 get the

    To be honest, I picked up this book for the deal (buy 2 get the 3rd free). I'm glad I did! From the first page I was hooked and I couldn't believe this was Mr. Kwan's first novel. His stories jump from location and time and after every chapter I'm always thinking, "NO!" because of some vicious rumor or gossip that continues in yet another chapter that I know I need to speed up to! I laughed, I cried, I snickered - which is not something that happens often when I read. When the final page came along I thought to myself, "this can't be it!"

    After a little research I was glad to learn that there is talk about a movie adaptation and there is a definitely sequel coming in June 2015 - "China Rich Girlfriend."

    I definitely recommend this book for anyone who loves suspenseful gossip and alluring stories about old and new China - especially when it deals with filthy rich billionaires.

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  • Posted August 7, 2014

    This is an amazing book. Its very detailed and very much a visua

    This is an amazing book. Its very detailed and very much a visual experience. Kevin Kwan paints a picture with words. The main character Rachel Chu is boring and Im not a fan of Nick either but I adored Astrid and all the mean family members!

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  • Posted July 28, 2014

    Fun little summer book. Nothing to take too seriously.

    Fun little summer book. Nothing to take too seriously.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 14, 2014

    B2 said icup

    B2 said the book was pick it up once i couldldnt pik it back up or something like that and the abreve was piuo-icup and we all know what icup means.
    Im so imature =D

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted April 27, 2014

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    I really enjoyed this book. It makes for a great beach read, but

    I really enjoyed this book. It makes for a great beach read, but its isn't just fluff. I enjoyed the story, as well as getting to read about the insane living/shopping habits of this class of people.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 22, 2014

    I didn't have much expectation for this book, knowing it fell in

    I didn't have much expectation for this book, knowing it fell into the category of chick lits which was what I wanted, a quick and easy read. However the way it was written and how the overall story ended, I felt stupider having to have finished this book. There were times in a few chapters where there was hope that this could've been a good read, but in the end I was disappointed. I want my money back (and perhaps parts of my brain).

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