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The Ghost Bride: A Novel

The Ghost Bride: A Novel

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by Yangsze Choo

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Yangsze Choo’s stunning debut, The Ghost Bride, is a startlingly original novel infused with Chinese folklore, romantic intrigue, and unexpected supernatural twists.

Li Lan, the daughter of a respectable Chinese family in colonial Malaysia, hopes for a favorable marriage, but her father has lost his fortune, and she has few suitors. Instead,


Yangsze Choo’s stunning debut, The Ghost Bride, is a startlingly original novel infused with Chinese folklore, romantic intrigue, and unexpected supernatural twists.

Li Lan, the daughter of a respectable Chinese family in colonial Malaysia, hopes for a favorable marriage, but her father has lost his fortune, and she has few suitors. Instead, the wealthy Lim family urges her to become a “ghost bride” for their son, who has recently died under mysterious circumstances. Rarely practiced, a traditional ghost marriage is used to placate a restless spirit. Such a union would guarantee Li Lan a home for the rest of her days, but at what price?
Night after night, Li Lan is drawn into the shadowy parallel world of the Chinese afterlife, where she must uncover the Lim family’s darkest secrets—and the truth about her own family.

Reminiscent of Lisa See’s Peony in Love and Amy Tan’s The Bonesetter’s Daughter, The Ghost Bride is a wondrous coming-of-age story and from a remarkable new voice in fiction.

Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
In her debut novel, Choo tells the unlikely story of a young Chinese woman who marries a dead man. No, this is not a tale of vampires or zombies, but of an ancient custom among the Chinese in Malaysia called “spirit marriage.” Set in 1893 colonial Malacca, the novel follows 17-year-old Li Lan, who, like other young women her age, hopes for a lucky and prosperous marriage. The wealthy Lim family’s proposal seems to be a great stroke of luck—until Li discovers that their son, Lim Tian Ching, is already dead, stricken by fever months ago. Li’s father refuses the offer, but even the prospect of marriage forces her to confront the fact that she and her father are in danger of losing the comfortable middle-class life they once enjoyed. Madam Lim presses her case during the day, Lim Tian haunts Li’s dreams from the afterlife, and she pines for another suitor altogether—Lim’s cousin Tian Bai. When Li falls ill, she plunges into the world of the Chinese afterlife, complete with ghost cities, servants, and its own bureaucracy. Choo’s clear and charming style creates an alternate reality where the stakes are just as high as in the real world, combining grounded period storytelling with the supernatural. Agent: Jenny Bent, Bent Agency. (Aug.)
“Choo’s remarkably strong and arresting first novel…is sure to garner much well-deserved attention.”
San Jose Mercury News
“Captivating epic . . . [this] impressive first novel takes readers on one of the wildest rides since Alice fell down the rabbit hole.”
New York Journal of Books
“Li Lan’s odyssey keeps her on the brink of earthly demise and keeps the reader riveted to the page . . .”
“Unlike any book I’ve ever experienced, with its meld of historical fiction coupled with a fascinating culture, murder mystery, the wandering of spirits of the dead and not-so-dead, romance, and adventures in the afterworld . . . one revelatory experience after another.”
Library Journal
Li Lan is from an upper-class but financially destitute Chinese family in Malaya (modern-day Malaysia). When the wealthy Lim family proposes that she enter into a spirit marriage with their recently deceased son, she reluctantly accepts, because it means she will never want for another earthly thing. But the union soon plunges Li into a dream world where nothing is as it seems and anything can happen. In order to make her way back to the land of the living, Li must uncover deeply buried secrets about her own family’s past and an ancient connection between her family and the Lims.

Verdict Choo’s first novel explores in a delicate and thought-provoking way the ancient custom of spirit marriages, which were thought to appease restless spirits. Reminiscent of Amy Tan’s The Bonesetter’s Daughter, this debut is sure to be a hit with supernatural and historical fiction fans alike. [See Prepub Alert, 2/18/13.]—Caitlin Bronner, MLIS, Pratt Inst., Brooklyn
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Kirkus Reviews
A young woman risks giving up the ghost as she roams the afterlife in Choo's fascinating debut set in 1893 colonial Malaya. Young Li Lan's family was once rich and respected, but since her mother succumbed to smallpox when she was 4, her father, scarred from his own near-fatal struggle with the illness, has squandered the family fortune in a haze of opium. But she's still shocked and disturbed when her father asks her if she'll consent to become a ghost bride to the dead son of Malacca's wealthiest family, the Lims. Marriage to a dead man isn't exactly what Li Lan had in mind when she dreamed of her future, but after a visit to the Lim mansion, she does, indeed, dream of the dead son. Actually, the dreams are more nightmares since Lim Tian Ching is pretty creepy and persistent in his pursuit of Li Lan. He also informs Li Lan that his cousin, Tian Bai, the current heir--to whom she's attracted--murdered him. The dreams, which haven't exactly been conducive to a good night's sleep, take a toll on Li Lan's health, and she finally admits to her amah that she's being visited by ghosts. Her amah takes Li Lan to a medium, who supplies her with potions. After taking more than the recommended dosage, Li Lan's spirit leaves her near-lifeless body and enters the land of the dead and the near-dead, where she finds that most ghosts are pretty rude and uncivil. As she attempts to discover the true nature of Lim Tian Ching's death, Li Lan enlists the assistance of a selfish spirit named Fan who guides her to the Plains of the Dead. Her investigation into the Lim household is fraught with danger as Li Lan's spirit becomes weaker and she tries to avoid vicious ox-headed demons, Lim Tian Ching and other ghosts who wish her harm. But she's not totally alone: A mysterious stranger in a broad-brimmed hat, an elderly-appearing servant and a cool steed help her. Choo's multifaceted tale is sometimes difficult to follow with its numerous characters and subplots, but the narrative is so rich in Chinese folklore, mores and the supernatural that it's nonetheless intriguing and enlightening. A haunting debut.

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Malaya 1893

One evening, my father asked me whether I would like to become a ghost bride. Asked is perhaps not the right word. We were in his study. I was leafing through a newspaper, my father lying on his rattan daybed. It was very hot and still. The oil lamp was lit and moths fluttered through the humid air in lazy swirls.

"What did you say?"

My father was smoking opium. It was his first pipe of the evening, so I presumed he was relatively lucid. My father, with his sad eyes and skin pitted like an apricot kernel, was a scholar of sorts. Our family used to be quite well off, but in recent years we had slipped until we were just hanging on to middle-class respectability.

"A ghost bride, Li Lan."

I held my breath as I turned a page. It was hard to tell when my father was joking. Sometimes I wasn't sure even he was entirely certain. He made light of serious matters, such as our dwindling income, claiming that he didn't mind wearing a threadbare shirt in this heat. But at other times, when the opium enveloped him in its hazy embrace, he was silent and distracted.

"It was put to me today," he said quickly. "I thought you might like to know."

"Who asked?"

"The Lim family."

The Lim family was among the wealthiest households in our town of Malacca. Malacca was a port, one of the oldest trading settlements in the East. In the past few hundred years, it had passed through Portuguese, Dutch, and finally British rule. A long, low cluster of red-tiled houses, it straggled along the bay, flanked by groves of coconut trees and backed inland by the dense jungle that covered Malaya like a rolling green ocean. The town of Malacca was very still, dreaming under the tropical sun of its past glories, when it was the pearl of port cities along the Straits. With the advent of steamships, however, it had fallen into graceful decline.

Yet compared to the villages in the jungle, Malacca remained the epitome of civilization. Despite the destruction of the Portuguese fort, we had a post office, the Stadthuys city hall, two markets, and a hospital. We were in fact the seat of British administration for the state. Still, when I compared it to what I had read of the great cities of Shanghai, Calcutta, or London, I was sure it was quite insignificant. London, as the District Office once told our cook's sister, was the center of the world. The heart of a great and glittering empire that stretched so far from east to west that the sun never set on it. From that far-off island (very damp and cold, I heard), we in Malaya were ruled.

But though many races—Malay, Chinese, and Indian, with a sprinkling of Arab and Jewish traders—had settled here for generations, we kept our own practices and dress. And though my father could speak Malay and some English, he still looked to China for his books and papers. Never mind that it was my grandfather who left his native soil to make his fortune trading here. It was too bad that the money had dwindled under my father's hands. Otherwise I don't think he would even have considered the Lim family's offer.

"They had a son who died a few months ago. A young man named Lim Tian Ching—do you remember him?"

Lim Tian Ching was someone I had seen perhaps once or twice at some festival. Apart from the name of his wealthy clan, he had left no impression at all. "Surely he was very young?"

"Not much older than you, I believe."

"What did he die of?"

"A fever, they say. In any case, he is the bridegroom." My father spoke carefully, as though he was already regretting his words.

"And they want me to marry him?"

Distracted, I knocked over the inkstone on his desk, its contents spilling onto the newspaper in an ominous black stain. This practice of arranging the marriage of a dead person was uncommon, usually held in order to placate a spirit. A deceased concubine who had produced a son might be officially married to elevate her status to a wife. Or two lovers who died tragically might be united after death. That much I knew. But to marry the living to the dead was a rare and, indeed, dreadful occurrence.

My father rubbed his face. He was once, so I was told, a very handsome man until he contracted smallpox. Within two weeks his skin became as thick as a crocodile's hide and scarred with a thousand craters. Once gregarious, he retired from the world, let the family business be run by outsiders, and immersed himself in books and poems. Perhaps things might have been better had my mother not died during the same outbreak, leaving me behind at the tender age of four. The smallpox passed me by with only one scar behind my left ear. At the time, a fortune-teller predicted that I would be lucky, but perhaps he was simply being optimistic.

"Yes, it is you that they want."

"Why me?"

"All I know is that they asked if I had a daughter named Li Lan and if you were married yet."

"Well, I don't think it would suit me at all." I scrubbed fiercely at the ink on the table, as though I could wipe away the topic of conversation. And how had they known my name?

I was about to ask when my father said, "What, you don't want to be a widow at almost eighteen? Spend your life in the Lim mansion wearing silk? But you probably wouldn't be allowed any bright colors." He broke into his melancholy smile. "Of course I didn't accept. How would I dare? Though if you didn't care for love or children, it might not be so bad. You would be housed and clothed all the days of your life."

"Are we so poor now?" I asked. Poverty had been looming over our household for years, like a wave that threatened to break.

"Well, as of today we can no longer buy ice."

You could buy a block of ice from the British store, packed tightly in sawdust and wrapped in brown paper. It was a cargo remnant, having come by steamer all the way from halfway round the world, where clean ice was stowed in the hold to preserve fresh food. Afterward, the blocks were sold off to anyone who wanted a piece of the frozen West. My amah told me how in earlier days, my father had bought a few exotic fruits for my mother. A handful of apples and pears grown under temperate skies. I had no recollection of such events, although I loved to chip at our occasional purchases of ice, imagining that I too had journeyed to the frigid wastes.

I left him to the rest of his opium pipe. As a child, I spent hours standing in his study, memorizing poetry or grinding ink for him to practice his calligraphy, but my embroidery skills were poor and I had little idea of how to run a household, all things that would make me a better wife. My amah did what she could, but there were limits to her knowledge. I often used to fantasize about what life would have been like had my mother lived.

As I left the room, Amah pounced on me. She had been waiting outside and gave me quite a fright. "What was it your father wanted to ask you?"

My amah was very tiny and old. She was so small that she was almost like a child—a very opinionated and despotic one who nonetheless loved me with all her heart. She was my mother's nurse before me and by right should have retired long ago, but still she puttered around the house in her black trousers and white blouse like a clockwork toy.

"Nothing," I said.

"Was it a marriage offer?" For someone who claimed to be old and deaf she had surprisingly sharp hearing. A cockroach couldn't skitter across a dark room without her stamping it out.

"Not really." As she looked unconvinced, I said, "It was more like a joke."

"A joke? Since when has your marriage been a joke? Marriage is very important to a woman. It determines her whole future, her life, her children . . . "

"But this wasn't a real marriage."

"A concubine? Someone wants you to be his concubine?" She shook her head. "No, no, Little Miss. You must be a wife. Number one wife if possible."

"It was not to be a concubine."

"Then who was it from?"

"The Lim family."

Her eyes widened until she resembled one of those saucer-eyed jungle lemurs. "The Lim family! Oh! Little Miss, it was not for nothing that you were born as beautiful as a butterfly," and so on and so forth. I listened with some amusement and irritation as she continued to list many good qualities that she had never bothered to mention to me before, until she came to an abrupt halt. "Didn't the son of the Lim family die? There is a nephew, though. He will inherit, I suppose."

"No, it was a proposal for the son," I said with some reluctance, feeling as though I was betraying my father by admitting he had even entertained such an outrageous thought. Her reaction was just as expected. What could my father be thinking of? How dare the Lims insult our family?

"Don't worry, Amah. He's not going to accept."

"You don't understand! This is very unlucky. Don't you know what it means?" Her small frame quivered. "Your father should never have mentioned this to you, even as a joke."

"I'm not upset." I crossed my arms.

"Aiya, if only your mother were here! Your father has gone too far this time."

Despite my attempts to reassure Amah, I felt uneasy as I went to bed, shielding my lamp against the flickering shadows. Our house was large and old, and since our financial decline had not had one-tenth of the servants needed to fully staff it. In my grandfather's day it was filled with people. He had a wife, two concubines, and several daughters. The only surviving son, however, was my father. Now the wives were dead and gone. My aunts were married off long ago, and my cousins, whom I had played with as children, had moved to Penang when that side of the family relocated. As our fortunes dwindled, more and more rooms were shuttered up. I seemed to recall the bustle of guests and servants, but that must have been before my father withdrew from the world and allowed himself to be cheated by his business partners. Amah occasionally talked about those times, but she always ended up cursing my father's folly, his wicked friends, and ultimately the god of smallpox who allowed all this to happen.

I was not sure that I believed in a god of smallpox. It didn't seem right to me that a god should stoop himself to go around blowing smallpox in through windows and doors at people. The foreign doctors at the hospital talked about disease and quarantining outbreaks, an explanation that seemed far more reasonable to me. Sometimes I thought I would become a Christian, like the English ladies who went to the Anglican Church every Sunday. I had never been, but it looked so peaceful from the outside. And their graveyard, with its neat green sward and tidy gravestones under the frangipani trees seemed a far more comfortable place than the wild Chinese cemeteries perched on hillsides.

We went to the cemetery on Qing Ming, the festival of the dead, to sweep the graves, honor our ancestors, and offer food and incense. The graves were made like small houses or very large armchairs, with wings on either side to encompass a central tablet and small altar. The paths up the hills were overgrown with weeds and lalang, the sharp elephant grass that cuts you if you ran your finger along it. All around were abandoned graves that people had forgotten or which had no more descendants to care for them. The thought of having to pay my respects as the widow to a stranger made me shudder. And what exactly did marrying a ghost entail? My father had treated it as a joke. Amah had not wanted to say—she was so superstitious that naming something was as good as making it come true. As for myself, I could only hope that I would never need to know.

Meet the Author

Yangsze Choo is a fourth-generation Malaysian of Chinese descent. She lives in California with her husband and their two children, and loves to eat and read (often at the same time).

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The Ghost Bride 4.3 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 84 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book was a very good read - I couldn't put it down.  The imagery was fantastic, the plot swift and surprising, and the ending left me wanting more.  I hope to see more work in the future from Ms. Choo!  
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book was exceptional. An amazing journey into historic Malaya (Malaysia) and the fantastical world of the Chinese world of the life beyond. It was beautifully written. The characters were enjoyable and nuanced. If I would fault it at all, it would be that the ending seemed a bit short. I would love to see a sequel and this will definitely be a book I want to share with others! Cheers!
BookLover1DN More than 1 year ago
A Fabulous Book! This is a beautifully written, imaginative tale that takes place in Malaya in 1893. The story is told through the eyes of a young woman named Li Lan. Her once wealthy family has gone almost bankrupt and her father must decide if his daughter is to become a ghost bride to the recently deceased son of the wealthy Lim family. The marriage contract to Lim Tian Ching would secure a future for Li Lan and save the family. But Li Lan is horrified by the prospect. She becomes very ill and is near-death. What follows is a coming-of-age story for Li Lan as her spirit weaves from the known world to the afterlife. She hopes to learn more about the Lim family, their connection to her family, and ultimately about herself. Li Lan travels to the Plains of the Dead. It is like purgatory where the dead await judgment for their eternal life. She meets people along her journey who are sometimes very kind to her and help her and others who are just plain evil. In particular, I loved the character of Er Lang, who is unusual and not quite as he appears to be at first. It adds a small amount of comic relief to read the banter that goes on between he and Li Lan. The author, Yangsze Choo, is a gifted storyteller. Her descriptions of everything: from the flora and fauna, to the countryside (above and below ground), to the people and customs of the living and the dead, are just remarkable. Her characters are fully fleshed-out and well-developed. There is a small section at the end of the book that further explains some of the Chinese myths and customs. Full disclosure: I won this book in a Goodreads giveaway. This is truly an exceptional book and I highly recommend it!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Read this book in about 12 hours, upon reading this book I was expecting a fictionalized historical account of Chinese culture, but was pleasantly surprised that it was a fiction with historical details. The story is haunting and easy to get lost into. I find myself rooting and surprised by the choices that our main character, Li Lan makes. I am going to strongly recommend this book, to anyone looking for a good quick read.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Excellent work for a new author with a unique voice. One hopes that the author will continue to explore the world crafted in this tale.
EVEmmons More than 1 year ago
I couldn't put the book down once I started. Wonderfully written, enchanting and compelling. I'd recommend this to anyone who enjoys a good paranormal story with romantic elements.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Didn't know what to expect when I started to read but I was surprised on how I couldn't put the book down! Beautiful imagery and a great plot! I would recommend to anyone!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Get lost in a ghostly world beaming with Chinese culture and lure. Ghost Bride is an imaginative story with grasping characters, suspense, death, romance, and dramatic twists and turns that keep you turning it's pages Great story, only downside is that it leaves you wanting so much more!! Hope there's more of Ms. Choo's work to come!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
i love these kind of stories because it blends fact with fiction, which i find very interesting. i would recommend this book.
JonnMnz More than 1 year ago
The author blends everything very welling this book. Part murder mystery, love story, and supernatural makes for a great book. My only complaint is that the book ends rather abruptly. It felt like the author just put down the pen without leaving a good wrap up. 
nooklooker More than 1 year ago
What a delightful find!. This book is adventure, Chinese folklore, and paranormal all rolled into one. It ended too soon!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I read this book when it first came out and have loaned it to several friends. Another please. I will be checking for this author to do another book.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book was great! I will admit the first section of the book took me a little time to get through but after that i was completely intrigued! I am amazed and left wanting more. This book was so imaginitive and I always love stories with a little history and cultural lore. I honestly hope to see more by this author.
Cassiopeia_Vuxta More than 1 year ago
I enjoyed this book. It was a paranormal without being in your face about it until things worked up to that.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Read fairly quickly and yet stayed with me whenever I put it down. I definitely wanted just one more chapter or even a few pages at the end.(read it and see why). I really enjoyed it.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Not what I was expecting so it kept me interested. Nice change.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Spellbinding read. Couldn't put it down once I started.
JanetOH More than 1 year ago
I really, really liked this story from beginning to end, which is increasingly rare for me. I'm going to re-read it soon!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I really enjoyed this. I did think some aspects were predictable but its the journey to that ending that was compelling.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
It has been a really long time since I have read a book and could not put it down. Honestly, I think it may be one of the best books I have read. Fantastic characterization, gripping story line, wonderful writing from a technical point of view, and writing that not only flowed, but that flowered with life. What a story!How I wish there could be some sort of sequel, and one can only hope Yangsze Choo will let us visit the spirit world again in another story to tell. I loved the characters, and will miss them. Read this book and get it while you can in hardcover, it's a great addition to a permanent library.   
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
A wonderfully unique story, a real page turner. I hope the author has another book in the works.
love_coffee_and_books More than 1 year ago
This is one of those books where you get swept into!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
One of the best books I read this year. Spent too many nights reading long into the night. Of course more on the fable side then magical. Thoroughly enjoyable.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
The story is interesting and unique not only in the theme but in the actual way the author writes. Every so often I had to sit and reread a sentance just for the beauty in the way it was written.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
It grabbed and held my attention the whole way thru