Published by Anchor on May 20th 2014
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“Imagine wanting to marry a girl from such a family! So disgraceful! Really, Nicky, what would Gong Gong say if he was alive? Madri, this tea needs a little more sugar.”
This is some seriously trashy crack-lit. And no that’s not a typo– this book is as addictive and dramatic and ridiculous as you surely imagine it to be. I should probably hate it, but, well… oops.
You’ve definitely got to be in the mood for it or you’ll wonder why you’re actively murdering your brain cells. And I guess I was definitely in the mood for it. Crazy Rich Asians follows the drama and scandals of some of East Asia’s wealthiest families. Think filthy stinking rich: mansions, private planes, $25,000 dresses (I didn’t even know such a thing existed), etc.
It’s opulent, it’s melodramatic, and it’s completely nuts. This bunch of wealthy families all come together in Singapore for an extravagant fairy tale wedding. But the wedding is the very least of the drama. Nicholas “Nicky” Young, who has been living in New York, is about to bring his American-born girlfriend, Rachel Chu, to meet his parents for the first time, and his mother is almost certainly going to dig up some nastiness when she runs a background check on Rachel’s family.
Then there’s the beautiful Astrid, whose husband is probably having an affair, and she is about to go investigating to find out. Plus there’s a bunch of other subplots about what these ridiculously rich people get up to. It is like the Asian version of all those terrible eighties soap operas like Dallas and Dynasty, and I say “terrible” but I totally used to watch reruns of those with my mum, too.
I don’t know why I liked it; I just did. Maybe it’s because I’m nosy and enjoy the drama of other people’s lives. Maybe it’s because these superficial rich people problems are an enjoyable break from the real world. Maybe it’s because it does exactly what it says on the label. Maybe I just have terrible taste. Well, like I said… oops.