I'm not certain if I will launch seriously into this book, but these two moments only a little apart are amusing.
from The Banquet Bug
He tries to describe the texture of the delicate flesh, the subtle contact between the meat and this palate and tongue, the slippery sensation it gives when it passes the entrance of the throat, leaving the oral organs in such wonder. But he has no vocabulary for it. Putting together his education with hers, they can barely write a decent letter to their parents without checking a dictionary.
A neighbor woman yells outside the plastic curtain, asking what's taking them so long and whether they shower hair by hair. Laughing Dan Dong yells back that he has twelve toe to scour.