Interior Chinatown

This book was thoughtful and original, and I can see why it has received so much attention, but it wasn't for me. I generally don't enjoy “art about art,” so the Hollywood satire and the screenplay stylization were wasted on me. 

I enjoyed the richly developed background and its reflection of the  experience of  Chinese immigrants and Chinese Americans, and would have read more of this. But storytelling got in the way for me, and then the last 1/3 of the book took a left turn into  a long expository speech that called up feint memories of Atlas Shrugged (with my apologies to Charles Wu for making that hurtful comparison) and bulldozed all the quiet, subtle commentary that came before.