“I made a big mistake.”
“About Exeter?”
“Yes, I made a big mistake. You should be with us for that time. I should never let you go there.”
“So why did you?” I said.
“Because I didn’t know I was going to die.”
“About Exeter?”
“Yes, I made a big mistake. You should be with us for that time. I should never let you go there.”
“So why did you?” I said.
“Because I didn’t know I was going to die.”
ChangRae Lee’s “Coming Home Again” is an autobiographical account of the writers own relationship with his mother. In it, he examines his
childhood and upbringing after her death. Though the family is Korean, I
believe this is one of, if not the only story we have read thus far that
transcends the cultural perspective from which it is written. It explores the
realities of family relationships, the death of a parent, identity, and home.
In the end, however, I believe all of these things accumulate to represent the
narrators struggle to cope with the death of his mother, as well as his
appreciation of the things she has done to raise him. Much of this was done
through the medium of food.
Throughout the story, both Lee’s identity, sense of home,
and relationship with his mother are represented by food. In fact, there is an abundance
of evidence to support this claim, such as when his mother claims (about the
meat) “it needs to bone nearby to borrow its richness” (Lee 2). The duel
meaning that the quote implies is that Lee’s mother needs him close by because
he provides her with happiness. Each description of the preparation of food symbolizes
their relationship. On the other hand, Exeter, the private school to which his
mother sent him, was a manifestation of each of their respective guilt. Lee
tells of us his mother’s worries about sending him to private school, both
after he has come home (evident by the quote above) and before. She grew “nervous
and distant” after only 6 weeks in his absence in fear that he would consider
her “more and more ignorant” each time he came home (Lee 4). She did not want
to lose her son “in either body or spirit” (Lee 3). Really, she was afraid that
the physical distance between her and her son would create a similar emotional
distance. The narrator focuses a great deal on her guilt over sending him to
school because, in her absence, he realizes the great sacrifice she made to
build for him a good life.
Food, however, was one of, if not the only thing that could
alleviate her worry to some degree. Similarly, food reminded him who he was when
he was feeling lost. With reference to his school, he claims “I felt as if I
had plunged too deep into the world, which, to my great horror, was much larger
than I had ever imagined” (Lee 4). Many of his worries were dispelled when his
mother visits him with a cooler of Korean food. He states “And it seemed I
couldn’t get enough of it back. I ate and I ate, so much and so fast that I
actually went to the bathroom and vomited” (Lee 4). Gorging himself with the
food was similar to gorging himself with his sense of home, his identity, and
his relationship with his mother. It was his acknowledgement that he missed her
and of his love of their relationship. To that end, when he eats, he claims “And
beneath the face of her worry, I thought, my mother was smiling” (Lee 5). This
symbolism of food explains the reason his mother was so upset when he rejects
her food on the day of the school picnic. It symbolized, to her, a deterioration
of their relationship that neither of them had control over. This was due in
part to her fear that the school would take him from her. Similarly, when he
cooks all of the finger dishes to his mother and she cannot eat the, it
symbolized, to him, a similar deterioration of her health and thus their time
together or their relationship. These two examples of their food induced
sadness, however, show just how strong their relationship really was and how
much they truly cared for each other. In the end, food was the medium through
which their relationship was strengthened and their worries alleviated. Each
time he ate, it was like coming home again.
As a side note, this story was one I found myself relating
to very frequently. There were many instances I felt I could understand the
narrator, though I’m sure this was due primarily to the writing. However, the
part that stuck out to me most was the end, when he found out his mother cried
after he chose to eat at the school picnic. When I was eight, my parents got
divorced. They made a schedule and planned where I would be on which holidays,
so on and so forth. So, I was to spend the first thanksgiving after my parents’
divorce with my father and his family. My mother had called me to wish me a happy
thanksgiving. It was only years later that my mother told me that, after she
had hung up, she broke down in tears. I felt very guilty, despite many of the
circumstances being out of my control, especially to an 8 year old version of
myself. I suppose one of the points of the story is to illicit sources of both
happiness and sadness within those who read it, with respect to their own
relationships. It’s supposed to make you appreciate everything you have, which
I try to do as often as I can, though it is sometimes very hard. I enjoyed this story very much.