A long-time Taiwan expat, I finally managed to write a novel. Here’s the back-cover copy and cover.
Max Klein is a working-class educator. Overflowing with liberalness and bolstered by a handful of expensive degrees, he heads to the developing world to teach and make positive change in his students’ lives. However, when his own life becomes entangled in a net of hostility and corruption, he’s reminded that doing what’s right can be difficult. Max’s ensuing cynicism and downslide intersect with his brother’s escalating success. A blue-collar worker, Donald Trump supporter, and outright bigot, Karl Klein gloats over his financial victories and taunts Max for being an excessively tolerant and cerebral failure. Naturally for Max, the principled intellectual, deflecting jabs from Karl, the racist ignoramus, is a cinch. But as his employment prospects worsen, whether he can maintain the moral high road becomes unclear. Indeed, while lecturing at an institute on the edge of nowhere, the teacher gets schooled by the unlikeliest of students. The Bigot: or How I Learned to Love Donald Trump offers a literary glimpse into populism and Trumpism. It is, therefore, a tragicomedy.