The Lost Garden

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Young Laurence didn't really where he fit in. He thought of himself as American, especially since he didn't speak Chinese and couldn't understand his grandmother, who lived in Chinatown. But others saw him as different in the conformist American of the 1950s. In this engaging memoir, the two-time Newbery Honor author tells how writing helped him start to solve the puzzle.

The author describes how he grew up as a Chinese American in San Francisco and how he came to ...

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Overview

Young Laurence didn't really where he fit in. He thought of himself as American, especially since he didn't speak Chinese and couldn't understand his grandmother, who lived in Chinatown. But others saw him as different in the conformist American of the 1950s. In this engaging memoir, the two-time Newbery Honor author tells how writing helped him start to solve the puzzle.

The author describes how he grew up as a Chinese American in San Francisco and how he came to use his writing to celebrate his family and his ethnic heritage.

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Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly - Publisher's Weekly
In this somewhat desultory but affecting autobiography, Yep ( Dragonwings ) describes himself as a collection of disparate puzzle pieces: a Chinese-American raised in a black neighborhood, a child too American to fit into Chinatown and too Chinese to fit in anywhere else. Writing, he explains, has conferred on him the role of puzzle-solver, allowing him imaginatively to join and even reinvent the pieces. Among the most notable figures in Yep's unassuming narrative are his hardworking, indomitable parents, owners of a grocery that requires their unflagging attention, and his Chinatown grandmother, the model for several characters in his novels. Occasional flashes of humor or whimsy--an eccentric chemistry teacher's antics, the revelation that Yep wrote his Mark Twain books to the music of the B-52s--enliven the mix. Ages 11-13. (May)
Children's Literature - Jan Lieberman
This is Yep's own story of his childhood in San Francisco. He worked in his family's grocery store and grew up in a multi-ethnic neighborhood. He always felt more American than Chinese. His efforts at coming to terms with his heritage will be instantly recognizable by many of today's youth. His references to family members who appear in disguised form in his other books will make you want to read those again. This is not just a Chinese-American tale; it is a universal story for every age.
Children's Literature - Beverly Kobrin
When Lawrence Yep was a boy, his parents owned a corner grocery store. In The Lost Garden he describes how his early life revolved around the San Francisco store where he helped his parents who worked twelve hours a day, seven days a week. As he traces his growth from childhood to successful author, he explains how growing up Chinese in America, prepared him to write science fiction about alienated people.
School Library Journal
Gr 6-12-- Although this memoir takes readers through Yep's college years, the focus is clearly on his childhood. Born and raised in San Francisco, he gives a vivid account of life in that city in the '50s and '60s and his own quest for personal identity. Raised largely in the mainstream culture, yet influenced also by his Chinese heritage, Yep's piecing together of his own puzzle provides fascinating insights into the whole American mosaic. Readers of his novels will be intrigued by references to their gestation and what people and episodes from life were transformed into now classic fiction. Whether musing on his inventive parents; growing up Asian in a black, Hispanic, and white neighborhood; or enduring the drudgery in the family store, Yep always offers something of value for readers to enjoy and mull over. Family photographs add to the immediacy and illustrate the text to a greater degree than in most biographies. The writing is warm, wry, and humorous right--to the dryly droll colophon. The Last Garden will be welcomed as a literary autobiography for children and, more, a thoughtful probing into what it means to be an American.-- John Philbrook, San Francisco Public Library
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780688137014
  • Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers
  • Publication date: 9/28/1996
  • Edition description: 1st Beech Tree ed
  • Edition number: 1
  • Pages: 144
  • Sales rank: 166,073
  • Age range: 11 - 14 Years
  • Lexile: 1110L (what's this?)
  • Product dimensions: 5.25 (w) x 7.62 (h) x 0.28 (d)

Meet the Author

Laurence Yep is the acclaimed author of more than sixty books for young people and a winner of the Laura Ingalls Wilder Award. His illustrious list of novels includes the Newbery Honor Books Dragonwings and Dragon's Gate; The Earth Dragon Awakes: The San Francisco Earthquake of 1906, a Texas Bluebonnet Award nominee; and The Dragon's Child: A Story of Angel Island, which he cowrote with his niece, Dr. Kathleen S. Yep, and was named a New York Public Library's "One Hundred Titles for Reading and Sharing" and a Bank Street College of Education Best Children's Book.

Mr. Yep grew up in San Francisco, where he was born. He attended Marquette University, graduated from the University of California at Santa Cruz, and received his PhD from the State University of New York at Buffalo. He lives in Pacific Grove, California, with his wife, the writer Joanne Ryder.

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The
Pearl
Apartments

Years Ago I wrote a book called Child of the Owl. It was about a little girl, Casey Young, who had grown up outside of San Francisco. When something happened to her father, she had to move into Chinatown to live with her grandmother. For the first time in her life, she had to think of herself as Chinese.

The title was symbolic of her situation -- and of mine and of most Chinese Americans. In Western folklore, owls are usually wise animals. In Chinese folklore, on the other hand, owls are nasty animals. They are disrespectful to their parents and will even kick them out of the nest.

For the same act -- such as reading comic books -- Casey can feel just as wise as a Western owl and just as disrespectful as a Chinese one. In the late sixties, when I wore my hair long like many other college students, I knew my own grandmother, Marie Lee, would have liked me to cut it short. Again, like so many other students at the time, I wasn't about to give in to convention.

To do my grandmother credit, she did not scold me or throw a tantrum the way many other grandmothers might have. Her solution was unique like much of what she did. As I sat talking with her in her little studio apartment, she would reach over abruptly and unannounced to brush the hair out of my eyes as a hint that it was time to visit the barber. I would try my best to ignore the gesture and go on talking.

I knew that she accepted her strange, American-born grandson -- far better than I accepted my China-born grandmother. In many ways, she came to embody what I came to considermy "Chineseness" -- that foreign, unassimilable, independent core. Going into Chinatown once a week made me learn about a part of myself that I sometimes wanted to ignore. For a while, she even lived with us while she was recuperating from an operation on her eyes so that for a short time I had to think about my "Chineseness" each day.

Like Casey, I grew up outside of Chinatown. At the end of World War II, my father had bought a small corner grocery and moved into an apartment above the store.

It was an older building so that it even came with a name: the Pearl Apartments. Officially, the Pearl Apartments sat at 1205 Pierce Street. The neighborhood was mixed -- not only in people but in architectural styles. The houses were all different -- Victorians and stucco postwar houses squatting side by side. However, the Pearl Apartments had their own colorful history. Initially the building had consisted of the store and two sets of apartments. But a second building of three apartments had been jacked up from another location and slowly and painfully brought to the corner where it was joined to the first building by a set of stairs.*

*When it was finally torn down to make room for the garage, it took two wrecking balls because it had been so sturdily built.

It wasn't a Victorian; but it pretended to be. The bay windows had panes of glass that curved outward -- which were always a nuisance for my father to replace when I broke one of them. There was ornate molding on the walls that was great for catching dust; and chandeliers -- cheap ones -- hung from the ceiling by long chains through which the electric cord wound, its old insulation looking as fuzzy as a stretched-out caterpillar. I always thought of chandeliers as the corpses of fat spiders, their legs kicking up from their round, upturned bodies. They were great earthquake indicators, swaying whenever a tremor hit. However, they were handiest at New Year's because you could throw serpentines, coiled ribbons of paper, over them until there seemed to be a small tree of softly colored ribbons winding upward from the center of the living room floor.

The apartments each had certain features that had been modern once but were now old-fashioned. In the hallway was a little shelf and niche for the old type of phone -- the kind that stands up like a candlestick -- and each living room had a Murphy bed.

A Murphy bed swung up inside a closet on powerful springs. When the bed was up, it looked like a closet door. In our own apartment, my father had removed the Murphy bed, building instead a homemade captain's bed with drawers that pulled out underneath. The sides curved and over the edge he had put a strip of metal; and it is to that bed I often return in my dreams though I am sleeping some place far different now.

After scrimping and saving, my parents bought the Pearl Apartments, and my father decided to make some small improvements in the other residences. When my father was taking out the Murphy bed from the upstairs unit, one of the springs uncoiled and the sharp tip pierced his cheek. My father combined a steelworker's toughness with the impishness of a small boy, so until the wound healed, he liked to shock people by drinking some water and letting it dribble through the hole in his cheek.

The one drawback to the Pearl Apartments was that there was no heating of any kind. My parents heated one end of the apartment by leaving the door down on the gas stove. The living room fireplace had to warm the other half; and one of my chores as a child was chopping up the old wooden fruit crates to use as firewood.

Often, I would lie there in the bed my father had made, snuggled under the many quilts for warmth, watching the shadows of the chandelier dance back and forth over the high, ceiling as I slowly fell asleep.

The Lost Garden. Copyright © by Laurence Yep. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold.
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  • Posted January 19, 2011

    Recommend

    My son (5th grader) read this book for his English class and found it to be an easy read. He is also from similar back ground - being raised in the US feeling American but also having a father from Chile. His grandmother from his father's side doesn't speak any English and my sons Spanish helps them understand one another but not 100%. He felt a connection with the author and I enjoyed reading the book after him to get an extra feel for the story. I loved the analogy to a seed and memories at the end of the book.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 12, 2002

    Review by 5th Grade Boy

    I think it was a good book. Most people would enjoy it. It's about the author growing up in a place outside of Chinatown and felt unaccepted by both the Chinese people and the other American groups. The author's family life and culture was very different from what I am used to. Some of the differences were interesting to learn about. Some of the vocabulary might be difficult for elementary school students. This book might be interesting to people of all ages.

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