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I read somewhere that Westerners typically cast themselves as the protagonists of their own memoirs, while Asians are usually bit players in theirs, one mere star in a great constellation. I had gone abroad intending to have swashbuckling foreign adventures and to get as far away as possible from turgid family psychodramas with Confucian overtones.
Like the movies it had a tendency to honor, the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences was housed in a solid but unimaginative building of toffee-colored concrete, dark-tinted glass. Getting into the fourth-floor library made getting into the Pentagon look like going to a neighbor’s garage sale. Just inside, there was a squinty-eyed guard