Welcome Me to the Kingdom: Stories - book cover
  • Publisher : Random House
  • Published : 14 Feb 2023
  • Pages : 288
  • ISBN-10 : 0593498186
  • ISBN-13 : 9780593498187
  • Language : English

Welcome Me to the Kingdom: Stories

An immersive debut set across the temples, slums, and gated estates of late-twentieth century Bangkok, telling the story of three families striving to control their destinies in a merciless, sometimes brutally violent, metropolis.

"Mai Nardone is a writer with an atlas straight to the heart. I did not want to put this book down and neither will you."-C Pam Zhang, bestselling author of How Much of These Hills Is Gold

We came with the drought. From the window of the train, the rich brown of the Chao Phraya River marked the turn from the northeast into the central plains. We came for Bangkok on the delta. The thin tributaries that laced the provinces found full current at the capital. And in the city, we'd heard, the wealth was wide and deep.

In 1980, young lovers Pea and Nam arrive in Bangkok in search of a life, and a world, beyond Thailand's rural outskirts. Thirty days, they promise each other. Thirty days for Pea to find work, for him to put aside his violent and unstable past and take root in this strange new land. But Bangkok does not want for male laborers, especially teenage boys with thick provincial accents, and when time finally runs out on their promise, it's Nam who ultimately adapts to the capital's ruthless logic and survives.

Spanning decades and perspectives, seamlessly shifting between the absurd and the tenderhearted, the interwoven stories of Welcome Me to the Kingdom introduce three families-Nam, her American husband, Rick, and their daughter, Lara; Vitat, a Thai Elvis impersonator, and his only daughter, Pinky; and Tintin and Benz, orphans who have adopted each other as brothers-who employ various schemes to lie, betray, and seduce their way to the "good life."

These disparate citizens of Bangkok orbit each other over the next three decades-sometimes violently, passionately colliding. Through skin-whitening routines, cult conversion, gambling, and sex work, the collection's characters look for reinvention in a city buckling under the weight of its own modernity.

Wildly imaginative and ambitious, Mai Nardone's stories reveal the growing discrepancy between Bangkok's smiling self-image and its ugly underbelly, and, in the process, offer a striking portrait of a city unmade by the whims of global capitalism, in a kingdom caught between this world and the next.

Editorial Reviews

"Welcome Me to the Kingdom transports readers to a Thailand that is gritty and lush, spangled and crumbling, aching with grit and ecstasy. Luck and want drive intertwined characters across a landscape that pulsates with life lived under unforgiving sun, and Mai Nardone is a writer with an atlas straight to the heart. I did not want to put this book down and neither will you."-C Pam Zhang, bestselling author of How Much of These Hills Is Gold

"With cool precision, Mai Nardone steers us down the dark waterways of Bangkok and the darker waterways of human desire. Glittering, deft, and devastating, this is a tangle of stories you'll gladly be ensnared by. I could not be more excited that Southeast Asian literature counts a writer like Nardone among its ranks."-Violet Kupersmith, author of Build Your House Around My Body

"A kaleidoscopic vision of Thailand as deep as it is broad. Muay Thai fighters, sex workers, family kitchens, territorial volunteer medics: If no one is saved, no one is exactly lost, either. In the precisely detailed lives of his characters, Nardone unearths real truths, both painful and uplifting, and with his singular prose leaves us wanting more."-Kawai Strong Washburn, author of Sharks in the Time of Saviors

"Astonishing. Relentless. Mai Nardone's interlocking stories of modern urban Thailand showcase spectacularly riveting settings and characters as they navigate desire, desperation, and survival."-Frances Cha, author of If I Had Your Face

"Revelatory, unflinching, and gorgeously written . . . Mai Nardone's debut peers deep into the lives of Bangkok's street kids, sex workers, sex tourists, and the privileged bicultural, biracial, and often accidental beneficiaries of colonialism. Rarely does a work portray those clinging to the lower rungs of the socioeconomic ladder-and those guarding their position at the top-with such grace, nuance, and insight."-Jonathan Escoffery, author of If I Survive You

"In Nardone's elegant debut collection, characters seek love, belonging, and a means of survival in Bangkok. With assured prose and an appreciation for the details of everyday life, the author evokes a city that is merciless, crowded, and alienating. .&nbs...

Short Excerpt Teaser

Labor

PEA & NAM (1980)

The coins Pea wouldn't spend had worried a hole through his pocket, so he was jingling them in his fist as he passed the pawn shop that sold foreign liquor by the shot. The bottles were dusty, proof of another life in some formerly rich man's cabinet.

"Always the last to go, the liquor," the old pawnbroker said to Pea. "You know when they bring the whiskey they've hit the bottom. Sell their wives first, most of them."

"This is the real stuff, right?" Pea asked. "You're not just reusing the bottles? I know the taste of Mekhong."

"You tell me."

Pea drank. "F***ing gasoline."

"It's from Kentucky, USA," the old man said, holding the indecipherable label out to Pea.

"Well, in Kentucky, USA, they must use this to run cars." Pea spread the rest of his money on the glass cabinet. "Another?"

Nam had given him a deadline: thirty days. That was how long he had to make them a living. Tucked in Pea's breast pocket was a page from a free Chinese calendar, the numbers smudged by sweat. Sixteen inky days already blued away by his thumb. Sixteen days since he and Nam had come down on the train together, down from the northeast to Bangkok. Since then, Nam had been staying with her last living kin, a cousin, while Pea roomed at a boardinghouse apartment with other men from the provinces, what counted to him now as family. They worked security, gardening, driving-all of it better than the wet suck of the rice paddies in the northeast, the shining white flats of the salt pans along the coast, the hot pools of the shrimp farms across the central plains. The men had traded that work for slow days and shade, for nights sharing food on the plastic mat, talking women and money, pooling their daydreams. Pea contributed what he could, except his worry for Nam. He needed her to himself. Sixteen days spent.

"Nothing, kid?" the other men asked daily of Pea, the newest among the six that shared the main room. The landlord had the bedroom, which was air-conditioned, and standing at the door Pea could feel the cool air gracing his toes. He had never seen the room, but in two weeks had come to know the life of its sounds, the frequent ding! of the microwave and enduring patter of a TV, which during the day ran Chinese soaps and at night porn that kept the other men awake with longing.

"He updates the video monthly," one boarder had told Pea. "But this month it's a squealer."

Pea could hear it wasn't Thai.

"French," the man said. "He likes the farang women." His hands cupped imaginary breasts. "Bigger, you know?"

For two weeks Pea had listened nightly to the same movie, counting down the VHS's two-hour capacity. And when he couldn't bear another performance, he forced himself outside.

Which is how he found himself, on night sixteen, hovering by a flower market, drawn there by its fluorescent sting, by the ant line of laborers shuttling huge cane baskets. There was a buyer, too, marked by his good shoes, the way he skirted puddles. Pea looked for a foreman. He was looking for work.

The market was busiest after sundown, without the daytime heat on those neat flowers in foam boxes, petals spritzed, glistening like first-world candy. Not the thorny, twisted sentinels of the up-country temple where Pea was fostered, here was something imported from a lush planet.

"China," a laborer told him. He said the blue anchan and white jasmine buds were local, but the roses and orchids came from abroad.

Pea said he needed work. Anything.

The man gestured. "That's the boss in the blue."

Soon after, Pea began a hard night lugging flowers by the kilo and basket from truck bed to stalls, bearing supplies for the wreath‑makers-two lines of women with pincers for fingers threading jasmine buds onto long needles. When he finished that, the foreman had him packing ice. He was the only worker without a cart to trundle the weight, so Pea managed on his back alone.

At the end of the night he stood at attention before the boss, heels together. He wanted to look tidy, fresh, but his hands were blue from the iceboxes, left shoulder soaked where it had borne the ice sacks. The man counted out Pea's pay twice, rubbed each bill between his fingers and splayed them on the table.

Pea picked up the bills and made a show of looking around the room. "How much are you paying these men?" he asked, gesturing.

"Don't worry, boy. You're all paid the same."

Pea divided his money and laid half of it back on the table. "Yeah, well, I'll work twice as hard as them for half the pay if you'll hire me full-time."

"How old are you?"

"Twenty," Pea lied. He could barely pass for the eighteen he act...