De Canadese schrijfster Madeleine Thien werd geboren op 25 mei 1974 in Vancouver, Brits Columbia, als kind van een Maleisisch-Chinese vader en een Chinese moeder. Zij studeerde hedendaagse dans aan de Simon Fraser University en behaalde een Masters in Fine Arts, mer een specialisatie in creatief schrijven aan de University of British Columbia. Thien nam de beslissing om over te stappen van dans naar creatief schrijvenom een paar redenen, maar vooral vanwege het feit dat ze ondanks haar passie voor de danskunst tekortschoot in talent. Voordat ze als redacteur voor het Rice Paper Magazine werkte, had ze allerlei baantjes in winkels en restaurants Thien ontving in 2001 de Emerging Writers Award van de Asian Canadian Writers’ Workshop voor haar korte verhalenbundel “Simple Recipes”. In hetzelfde jaar bewerkte Thien de korte film van Joe Chang “The Chinese Violin” (2001) tot een kinderboek. Het verhaal volgt de reis van een jong Chinees meisje terwijl zij en haar vader, muzikant, zich aanpassen aan het leven in Vancouver. In Thien’s debuutroman “Certainty” uit 2007 wordt een documentairemaakster gevolgd, terwijl ze de waarheid zoekt over de ervaringen van haar vader in het door Japan bezette Malysië. De roman werd internationaal gepubliceerd en vertaald in 16 talen. Haar tweede roman “Dogs at the Perimeter” verscheen in 2011. In 2016 verscheen haar derde roman “Do Not Say We Have Nothing”. In 2013 was Thien de Simon Fraser University Writer-in-Residence. Van 2010 tot 2015 maakte ze deel uit van de internationale faculteit in het MFA-programma Creative Writing aan de City University van Hong Kong. Ze schreef over de abrupte sluiting van het programma en de harde maatregelen in Hong Kong tegen de vrijheid van meningsuiting, in een essay voor The Guardian.
Uit: Do Not Say We Have Nothing
“In a single year, my father left us twice. The first time, to end his marriage, and the second, when he took his own life. That year, 1989, my mother flew to Hong Kong and laid my father to rest in a cemetery near the Chinese border. Afterwards, distraught, she rushed home to Vancouver where I had been alone. I was ten years old.
Here is what I remember:
My father has a handsome, ageless face; he is a kind but melancholy man. He wears glasses that have no frames and the lenses give the impression of hovering just before him, the thinnest of curtains. His eyes, dark brown, are guarded and unsure; he is only 39 years old. My father’s name was Jiang Kai and he was born in a small village outside of Changsha. Later on, when I learned my father had been a renowned concert pianist in China, I thought of the way his fingers tapped the kitchen table, how they pattered across countertops and along my mother’s soft arms all the way to her fingertips, driving her crazy and me into fits of glee. He gave me my Chinese name, Jiang Li-ling, and my English one, Marie Jiang. When he died, I was only a child, and the few memories I possessed, however fractional, however inaccurate, were all I had of him. I’ve never let them go.
In my twenties, in the difficult years after both my parents had passed away, I gave my life wholeheartedly to numbers—observation, conjecture, logic and proof, the tools we mathematicians have not only to interpret, but simply to describe the world. For the last decade I have been a professor at Simon Fraser University in Canada. Numbers have allowed me to move between the unimaginably large and the magnificently small; to live an existence away from my parents, their affairs and unrequited dreams and, I used to think, my own.
Some years ago, in 2010, while walking in Vancouver’s Chinatown, I passed a store selling DVDs. I remember that it was pouring rain and the sidewalks were empty. Concert music rang from two enormous speakers outside the shop. I knew the music, Bach’s Sonata for Piano and Violin No. 4, and I was drawn towards it as keenly as if someone were pulling me by the hand. The counterpoint, holding together composer, musicians and even silence, the music, with its spiralling waves of grief and rapture, was everything I remembered.”
Madeleine Thien (Vancouver, Brits Columbia, 25 mei 1974)