Word: tans
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...author's San Francisco girlhood with mystical tales of female warriors and monkey kings, Asian Americans were the invisible men and women in American literature. Even after Kingston's success, a dozen years passed before another Asian-American fiction writer achieved fortune and fame. First-time novelist Amy Tan's The Joy Luck Club, a loosely connected series of stories about Chinese-American mothers and daughters, sold an astonishing 275,000 hard-cover copies. Publishers took note, and this spring brings not only Tan's second novel, The Kitchen God's Wife, but also splendid debuts by three other Chinese...
Some cynics warn, however, that the fascination with Asian-American fiction may be only skin-deep. "When there is a great success like Amy Tan's book, everyone is out there looking for his or her own Amy Tan," says Shannon Ravenel, the recently retired editor of the annual collection of The Best American Short Stories. Louie, 36, predicts that "if Gus Lee or Gish Jen don't come through with big sales, then the next wave of interest in Asian- American writers may not come for another 15 years." That would be a shame, because each of these authors...
Fairy tales and Amy Tan seem to keep close company. Two years ago Tan was just another struggling, unpublished, 37-year-old writer, making up brochures for computer companies while composing stories on the side. By the end of 1989 she was the author of the most admired novel on the best-seller list, her Joy Luck Club having conquered critics and the public alike. A literary star had been born overnight -- and, in her wake, a fairy tale's difficult postscript: How could she ever live up to what felt like a once-in-a-lifetime success...
Racing to the Rays. Americans have always liked a good tan, but during the 1980s they found California, Texas and Florida -- which accounted for 52% of the nation's population growth -- irresistible...
...miles away. It was a bright spring Saturday, April 26, 1986. A townsman came in from sunning himself on a roof, exclaiming that he had never seen anything like it, he had turned brown in no time at all. He had what would later be known as a nuclear tan. A few hours afterward, the man was taken away in an ambulance, convulsed with uncontrollable vomiting. Soon many of his neighbors were coughing, throwing up and complaining of headaches and a metallic taste in their mouth...