My first book, The Day When I Ran Away, was written in 1983, the year I turned six. I wrote and illustrated it; my mom typed up the manuscript, made photocopies, and bound one hard-cover copy which is still at my parents’ house. I have here the hand-colored edition I gave to my grandma.
Note: We never got to sleep in caves or eat at Denny’s.
My second book, A Taste for China: English Subjectivity and the Prehistory of Orientalism, is coming out from Oxford University Press in a month. I think my parents were the very first people to pre-order it. When I visited my grandparents last month, my grandma took me around their apartment complex and introduced me to everyone we saw as “the one who wrote the book.” I received my copy yesterday.
It also has words and pictures. I dedicated it to my parents.