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The Diasporic Condition in six words

Taking after that famous anecdote about how Ernest Hemingway wrote his shortest story in six words, Not Quite What I Was Planning is a collection of such memoirs by writers, famous, and obscure. It is an interesting, often funny, often profound concoction of identity, reflexivity, and brevity. Couldn't help but notice how many of these memoirs are intimately tied up with national identity and diaspora, so I decided to post some of them here. Email me if you want more of the book.

Most Turkish Kurd, most Kurdish Turk. (Yasar Kemal)
Man of the world = illegal immigrant. (Rajat Suri)
American backbone, Arab marrow, much trouble. (Rabih Allamedine)
Mixed blood. I am America's future. (Holly Santiago)
Chinese? American? Chinese-American? The confusion endures. (Paul Chin)
Asian, white trash Scranton. Let's Polka. (Jeannie Lee)

There are more pithy sentences involving gender, place, and a whole bunch of other things.

There's even one memoir in here by former Sanggu President Omi Castanar: "Forgot to say I love her." (page 140).