Honest and funny, Amy Chua definitely captures the essence of Asian parenting: wanting nothing but the best for your child. By giving them the best and expecting the best. In this mother-knows-best memoir, Chua dictates the joys and struggles of parenthood. Chua’s eyebrow raising disciplinary action provides humor as well as reflection. Looking back, I don’t think I would have stuck with the piano if not for my mother practically sitting me down at 5.30 p.m. everyday. Chua’s extreme parenting doesn’t seem all too bad in my humble (double) Asian opinion.
Much of her daughters’ success is attributed to Chua’s own socio-economic prosperity. Could her daughters be so successful had it not been for their parents wealth? Therein lies another question, what happens to the rest of society who have no such luck? Will such amounts of gumption like Chua’s suffice in producing prodigy children?
Whilst Chua is no master of words, she makes a point in elaborating divergent effects of Western and Asian parenting. An easy and entertaining read, this memoir of victory cries and personal struggle is thought provoking. In my limited understanding of the girl child born in the year of the tiger, Amy Chua is not a family curse, but a totem to look up to.