My Good Daughter Won't Come Home

Su Xiaoman grew up in Puglia, Italy. Her father was from Qingtian, and her mother passed away when she was twelve years old. She fled to Milan and made a living by writing. When she was twenty-eight, she won an award for an advertising slogan she wrote about the bulldozing of four hectares of her family's olive grove; and the man who gave her the job and was with her had known who owned the land four years ago. She resigned and returned to her hometown, and dug up 156 remittance orders in the attic. In the past thirteen years, all of them were payees to her. The bookstore owner I met later called the power outage "server maintenance", and he closed the door at night to write a novel about a man who traveled to the Roman Empire. She read about herself in his book.