i read this almost a decade ago when i was majoring in literary studies (don't worry, i've got a good job now) and picked a class on asian american literature. i liked it, it was bleak and somewhat rough around the edges, but it was genuine and at times, it had this visceral, gripping rawness to it that i can still vividly remember. okada must have been a bitter, bitter man at some point in his life. it's a shame he burned the manuscript for his second book before he died.
in any case, i recently went through my old university folders, stumbled over my notes, and remembered that i read this is actually a somewhat popular highschool pick in some regions of the US. is this true? what did you think about it?