The book is full of life, a celebration of things that make it worth living — including, but not limited to, food, make-outs, and friendship. While dense with layers of human experience, it’s a quick read because the rhythms of Wang’s direct language draw readers swiftly along. The prose-poetry format allows Wang to skip without preamble straight from one poignant moment to another, with her eyes open to the simple pleasures, profound mysteries, and lurking terrors of the human experience.
~Jay Gabler
I confess, I spent no small amount of time ruminating on these questions while reading the first half of Braids, since I would obviously need to describe it in a review. But here’s the thing: Once I let go of trying to figure out what Braids was, exactly — and instead got into the practice of approaching each short piece with an open mind and a curiosity about where Wang might take me next — I unlocked its power.
~Jenn McKee
As a longtime Asian American activist and musician, I was blown away by how Wang communicated so viscerally the struggle to be oneself. Reading her lyrical and nuanced pieces called to mind that line from the Billie Holiday song, "You don't know what you love is until you've learned the meaning of the blues."
~Francis Wong
'I do not know if one ever recovers from Kathmandu,' the speaker in one of Frances Kai-Hwa Wang's poems ruminates, and I don't know if we ever recover-or want to recover-from You Cannot Resist Me When My Hair is In Braids, which is part of the marvelous linguistic spell that is cast in this book. By turns whimsical, romantic, witty, hybrid, self-deprecating, fierce, intertextual, hashtagged, polylingual, and full of a radiant empathy that connects us to Vincent Chin, George Zimmerman, Sun Ku Wong, Hanuman, and Milan Kundera, this is a collection that astounds, surprises, and delights, which encapsulates much of what a book that leaves an indelible mark should do. Yay Frances for a collection that rocks!"
~Dr. Ravi Shankar, Pushcart Prize–Winning Author of Correctional
You Cannot Resist Me When My Hair Is in Braids is a great gathering of the many contradictions, the multifaceted multitudes, of Frances Kai-Hwa Wang. Across its pages of aphorism, prose poem, micro-fiction, and lyric essay, we encounter Patsy Cline heartache and AOC outrage, delivered in a humor that is solely Wang's own.
~Tim Tomlinson
Frances Kai-Hwa Wang languages desire with a refreshing candor and mischievous wit. She talks story of divorce, of messy relationships, and of enduring humiliating racist and misogynistic microaggressions because she is an Asian American woman. Wang's prose poems and lyric essays ring with wisdom and hard-earned truths and dream-like reveries in this unforgettable collection.
~May-lee Chai
'I do not know if one ever recovers from Kathmandu,' the speaker in one of Frances Kai-Hwa Wang's poems ruminates, and I don't know if we ever recover—or want to recover—from You Cannot Resist Me When My Hair is In Braids, which is part of the marvelous linguistic spell that is cast in this book. By turns whimsical, romantic, witty, hybrid, self-deprecating, fierce, intertextual, hashtagged, polylingual, and full of a radiant empathy that connects us to Vincent Chin, George Zimmerman, Sun Ku Wong, Hanuman, and Milan Kundera, this is a collection that astounds, surprises, and delights, which encapsulates much of what a book that leaves an indelible mark should do. Yay Frances for a collection that rocks!
~Dr. Ravi Shankar
You Cannot Resist Me When My Hair Is in Braids is an important and enjoyable read as the world opens back up from COVID-19. Wang's vulnerable writing is awe-inspiring, and her expertise shows easily on the page.
~Kiyomi Kishaba
