My Father and the Dragon King
Myths were—are—created to explain the unknown, like natural disasters, like death, like the unknowable bodies of water.
uses mythical and legendary monsters from East Asian traditions as a lens to interrogate our fears.
the beach
Just to be safe, don’t go too near the shoreline
If you behave, nothing bad will happen. If you are good, then—
For my father, Charlie Ching-Guo Lin (1961-2018)
Jami Nakamura Lin writes the Catapult column "The Monsters in the Mirror." Her essays have appeared in the New York Times, Electric Literature, Passages North, and the anthology What God is Honored Here? (University of Minnesota Press, 2019).
She is Senior Editor at Anti-Racism Daily and is represented by Stephanie Delman of Greenburger Associates.
She was the recipient of a 2016 Creative Artists Fellowship from the Japan-US Friendship Commission and the National Endowment of the Arts and a 2015 Walter Dean Myers Award from We Need Diverse Books.
Twitter: @jaminlin / jaminakamuralin.com
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