For a book published in the 90s, The Kitchen God's Wife seems oddly outdated. Despite Tan's writing, which is far from mediocre or incompetent, I couldn't overlook the fact that her story was the opposite of female solidarity.
At first, I was drawn in by Tan's storytelling. The first 40 pages or so, set in the 'present', were enjoyable. We learn that Pearl, a woman in her thirties, has always had a difficult relationship with her mother, Winnie. Some of this is due to generational and cultural differences, but as we soon discover, both mother and daughter have kept secrets from each other. When Winnie's sister-in-law Helen/Hulan announces that she can no longer stay silent about their past, Winnie is forced to recount her many trials and hardships to her daughter. This is where the novel lost me. I find this kind of cheesy melodrama mixed with misery porn extremely frustrating.
Winnie is basically like Cinderella or the classic Mary Sue. 99% of the people around her use and abuse her. Every female character, except for Grand Auntie Du, is cruel, vain, stupid, ugly, and/or ungrateful. Winnie, on the other hand, is an angel. She endures and suffers because she has aspirations of martyrdom. Given that she is directly recounting past experiences in the first person, you'd think she could express some uncertainty about the accuracy of her memories or wonder if others remember things differently. But no! She keeps insisting that 'this is what happened' and that Helen is a liar who remembers things wrong.
Anyway, Winnie tells her tragic past: her mother abandons her, she is shunned by her wealthy father and raised by cartoonishly wicked relatives. In relating these experiences, Winnie always emphasizes her inherent goodness and beauty, often by making little digs about women's failings. Winnie ends up marrying a horrible man with only vices. Her husband reminded me of the 'bad' men from The Giver of Stars and novels by Kristin Hannah. Personally, I prefer more nuanced characters. Tan also often conflates a character's physical appearance with their personality, which feels a bit old-fashioned. Maybe it would be more suitable for a novel from the 19th century than the 90s.
The only sections that were somewhat interesting and without the constant whinging were the ones that stuck to facts. For example, when Tan writes details and statistics about the Sino-Japanese War. When she writes about Nanking, I felt much more horrified and moved than by anything related to Winnie. Sadly, Winnie's narrative is more focused on dissing Helen than anything else. She says and thinks many unkind things about Helen, like comparing her to a steamed dumpling with too much filling leaking out and saying she has no sense of fashion. And she never takes any responsibility, always blaming everything on Helen.
I swear, every few pages, Winnie would say something like "Who is the better cook? You see! I am not boasting. It's true." or "You know what I think? When Jiaguo got his promotion, Hulan gave herself a promotion too! In her mind, she was more important than I was." I can't stand this lousy portrayal of female 'friendship'. Women, except for Winnie, are catty and fake. Men, except for Winnie's Chinese-American second husband, are stupid, cowardly, or abusive sadists.
Other girls Winnie encounters also get a similar treatment to Helen's. Winnie sometimes pretends to be nice but is actually anything but. She describes a girl as having "red as a demon's" eyes and calls her first husband's new wife "bossy" and "stupid". She also makes some weird comments about Burmese and Cantonese people. And yes, Winnie suffers. Her husband is a monster and everyone else, except for Grand Auntie Du and her American-born husband, is bad news. I dislike this kind of 'girl-on-girl hate' and the whole Winnie=Cinderella thing was annoying.
Thankfully, I bought my copy of this book in a second-hand shop. While I wouldn't recommend this novel to anyone in particular, I'm aware that Tan is an extremely popular writer. So maybe it's just me.