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 is the author of THE NIGHT PARADE (Mariner Books/HarperCollins and Scribe UK 2023), an illustrated memoir that uses yokai & other Japanese , Taiwanese, & Okinawan folklore to investigate what haunts us. A former Catapult columnist, she's written for the New York Times, Electric Literature, and other publications.
Jami has received support from the National Endowment for the Arts/Japan-US Friendship Commission, Yaddo, Sewanee, and We Need Diverse Books.
Twitter: @jaminlin / jaminakamuralin.com
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