The book is about a Taiwanese American PhD student with a white boyfriend who is struggling to finish her thesis on a fictional Chinese-American poet, who in the book is a celebrated part of the AsAm literary canon. She has a lot of issues with internalized racism & misogyny that makes you want to scream "PLEASE STAND UP." You see her slow and gradual emotional & political growth over the book. It's a relief when she finally begins to  confront the unsettling feelings she gets from her white BF and finally admits he's a creep with yellow fever. The main plot is her discovering that the AsAm poet she's writing her thesis on is actually a white guy who's been masquerading in yellowface for decades, and has built a career off of it.

 Honestly the plot wasn't that interesting. It felt really contrived sometimes and way too on the nose. Like I get the point the author wanted to make, but does it have to be so literal? It felt like being bludgeoned over the head with a lecture sometimes. All the points made about Asian women and their treatment & identity & experiences were pretty basic and not very subversive. It was like critical race studies 101. The book made me laugh a couple times, so kudos for that. But about halfway through I felt bored.  The book is satirical and it works at first with the author nailing a lot of the archetypes & experiences of AsAm women. Like some of the girls in this book, I've known girls like that IRL (and god have I mourned them and prayed for them to open their eyes). But by the second half it feels like the author is smacking you over the head yelling "this is the message I am trying to convey."