A Formative Friendship Cut Short by Tragedy
In “Stay True,” Hua Hsu, a staff writer for The New Yorker, recounts his relationship with an Asian American college friend, whose search for identity quietly shaped the author’s own.
In his quietly wrenching memoir, “Stay True,” the New Yorker writer Hua Hsu recalls starting out at Berkeley in the mid-1990s as a watchful teenager who had cultivated a cramped sensibility. “I fixated on the lamest things people did,” he writes, delineating who he was by what he rejected — music by Oasis and Pearl Jam, anything “uncool” or “mainstream.” He identified as straight edge — no drugs, no alcohol, no cigarettes — less out of punk-rock principle than out of fear: “I couldn’t imagine letting down my inhibitions around people I’d be silently judging the whole time.”
So of course he was suspicious of Ken the first time they met — Ken, the easygoing and confident frat boy who lived one floor above, a guy who listened to the Dave Matthews Band, “music I found appalling.” Ken’s style was “ruggedly generic,” all Polo shirts and backward baseball caps, while Hsu wore old-man cardigans and “an audible amount of corduroy.”
About the only thing they had in common was that they were both Asian American, but even that just obscured the gulf between their backgrounds: Hsu’s parents had immigrated from Taiwan, whereas Ken’s Japanese American family had lived in the United States for generations. Ken (identified in the book by only his first name) felt entitled to the dominant culture in a way that Hsu couldn’t quite imagine. Hsu remembers thinking how odd it was when Ken came over and didn’t take off his shoes.
「友誼在於去認識的意願,而非被認識的渴望。」


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