22 April 2019
I am a realist, not prone to outlandish dreams, and thus, rarely disappointed. Before The Joy Luck Club was published in March 1989, I told my husband that my novel would be on bookstore shelves for about six weeks and then disappear into the shredder. I had heard this was the case with most first novels, and there was no reason to expect mine would fare any better. In fact, it might do worse.