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We Were Dreamers: An Immigrant Superhero Origin Story



We Were Dreamers: An Immigrant Superhero Origin Story PDF

Author: Simu Liu

Publisher: William Morrow

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Publish Date: May 17, 2022

ISBN-10: 0063046490

Pages: 304

File Type: Epub

Language: English

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Book Preface

The call that would forever alter the course of my life came on a hot July afternoon in Toronto, as I was lounging around in my underwear eating a bag of Nongshim shrimp crackers. I had flown to New York and screen-tested for Marvel Studios just two days prior, and was desperately trying to pass the time until they made their decision. This particular day, I had finished my scenes for Kim’s Convenience early in the morning and then gotten some shut-eye after returning home. I had barely woken up and cracked open the bag of crispy fried treats when my phone lit up:

UNKNOWN NUMBER

Burbank, CA

Ordinarily, I wouldn’t have batted an eyelash; it could have been a friend I’d forgotten to save into my phone, or my manager calling from a remote office, or a “Nigerian prince” searching desperately for a place to stash his money.

But this day is different.

This day, I know exactly who is on the other side, and I know exactly what he is calling to tell me. My heart pounds furiously as I grab my phone and yell/shriek the most unattractive “HELLOOO!?!?!” you could ever imagine.

The divine voice of Kevin Feige answers back.

“Hello, Simu, this is Kevin from Marvel Studios calling. I’m here with some folks in the office who want to tell you something!”

My head is spinning so fast I want to fall over and puke my guts out. Far off in the distance, I hear our director Destin Daniel Cretton’s jovial voice:

“We want you to be Shang-Chi, man!”

“OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GODDDDDDDD!”

I collapse to the floor with tears already streaming down my face. My entire body is on fire; I want to thank Kevin a trillion times over, but also to get the hell off the phone before he changes his mind. Kevin tells me I’m going to be at the San Diego Comic-Con in four days, where I will be announced to the world as Marvel’s newest Avenger.

“Now, Simu—it’s imperative that you not tell anyone before we break the news. We don’t want any leaks. Just hold it in for four days. Sound good?”

“No problem, sir. I won’t let you down!” It’s the first and only time I will lie to Kevin Feige.

I hang up the phone and drag myself to bed, where I sob and convulse into my pillow for what feels like forever. I have just fulfilled a dream so inconceivably far-fetched that I may as well have wished for a pet unicorn, or a treehouse made of rainbows. As this impossible reality begins to set in, I repeat these words to myself over and over again:

I’m going to be a superhero.

A minute later, unable to hold my secret in any longer, I call my best friend Jason to break the news. He was one of the only people in the world who knew that I was up for this role.

“. . . Yo.”

Jason’s voice is monotone and blasé, almost as if he’s annoyed that I’ve taken him out of whatever Nintendo Switch game he’d been playing. As per usual for our relationship, I decide to troll him a little bit.

“So, the thing is . . . I can’t tell you anything,” I say, trying to match his detached demeanor. “So here I am, calling you and not telling you anything.”

“Uh . . . okay . . .”

“I am definitely not going to tell you who just called to offer me a job.”

“Dude, I have no clue what you’re talking ab— wait. WAIIIIIT.”

“Yup.”

“Are you serious? . . . ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS?!!”

We both scream in unadulterated joy after I assure him that I am, in fact, fucking serious.

After Jason and I hang up the phone, he races over to my apartment and we hatch a plan to record my parents’ reaction over FaceTime. He stands just out of my camera’s view as I dial my dad’s cell, anxious to break the news to the people who raised me. Like me, I know they’ve probably had a bit of trouble eating and sleeping these past few days. I want this call to bring closure not only on this movie, but to their entire lives spent in the pursuit of a better life for our family.

I want to tell them that their better life has finally come.

The call connects: “Wei, Máomao! What’s going on?”

The moment I see my dad, a slender fifty-nine-year-old man with more salt than pepper in his hair, I feel my throat begin to close up. It’s been thirty years since he left his home in China to eventually settle in a suburb outside Toronto—over twenty of which he has been a working professional with dental coverage—and yet, the man has never bothered to fix his horrendously crooked teeth. I think he was too busy paying for my braces, my education and my apartment to notice that he looked like a jack-o’-lantern whenever he opened his mouth. I should also mention that he cuts his own hair—don’t ask me how.

“Hey, is Māma home? Can you put her on, too?”

Mom hates when people know her real age, so let’s just say she’s not exactly a spring chicken anymore. You’d never know it looking at her though—she’s got a smile that radiates youthful energy and a flawless complexion that owes itself to religious use of Estée Lauder’s Night Repair Serum. A white man mistook her for my wife many years ago during a family ski trip, and she hasn’t shut up about it since. I don’t have the heart to tell her that he was probably just trying to hit on her.

“Máomao! What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong, I, uh . . .” I take a deep breath.

“. . . I just wanted to tell you that I got it.”

It feels like eons before my parents respond. When my dad finally speaks, it sounds like someone’s just told him his dry cleaning will be ready on time.

“Oh . . . okay! That’s good!”

Four days from now, after watching a livestream of me walking out on stage at the San Diego Comic-Con to the thunderous applause of eight thousand die-hard fans, my parents will finally understand the significance of landing a role like Shang-Chi. For now, though, they are simply happy that I have a job. We talk for a few more minutes about stupid things like money when I see Jason motioning for my attention. Say I love you, he mouths.

I nod, already knowing what my parents’ response to this will be. Exchanging I love yous was a uniquely Western custom, and I had long ago come to terms with the fact that my parents expressed their love in a very different way—by telling me to put on a jacket, asking if I had eaten yet, or yelling at me when they felt like I wasn’t studying hard enough. The actual words were not a part of our family’s vocabulary at all.

Still, it would’ve been pretty nice to hear them say it.

“I gotta go, so I just want to say goodbye, and of course, I love you.”

“Yeah, yeah—stay calm,” my mother says.

“A new day has begun,” my dad adds, wistfully.

Maybe they just didn’t hear me? Just to be sure, I double down.

I love you. Bye.”

There’s a short pause. Jason and I look at each other, wondering if one of them is going to prove us wrong . . .

Yes, go go go,” my mom says. “Thank you for letting us know.”

“Yep,” my dad chimes in the background. “Bye-bye!”

BEEP. The call ends, and we both burst out laughing.

That fateful day, the 16th of July in 2019, a single phone call would change my life forever. On that day I became more than just a comic book character—I became a part of an idea that everyone deserves to see themselves as superheroes, as the leads of their own stories, or simply, just as multifaceted beings with hopes and aspirations and flaws.

At this point, some of you are probably wondering how I got here. At least, I hope that’s the case—I mean, you did buy the book after all.

Being here, and making history with this movie that we should have had a long time ago, was a product of more than my own personal struggles; it was also the culmination of everything my parents had fought for. Our stories are one and the same, our destinies forever intertwined and defined by our sweat, our sacrifice and our unyielding dedication to defying the odds and achieving the impossible.

That is why I’m writing this book. This is the story I want to tell—a story about our little family of three that crossed the ocean from China to North America in the relentless pursuit of a better life. A story about the obstacles that nearly tore us apart, whether it was a clash of cultures, a gap of generations or simply our own stubbornness. A story about an imperfect family that made mistakes, often hurt one another and nearly imploded on many occasions, but held on, survived and even thrived.

Most importantly, this book tells the story of an immigrant dream that is shared by the tens of millions of families who made the same journey as mine, and who continue to fight every day for their happy ending.

This book is for all of us.

Contents

Cover

Title Page

Dedication

Prologue

Act One

One: Made in China

Two: Back in Time

Three: The Frog and the Swan

Four: An Impossible Dream

Five: Welcome to America, Jerry Lewis

Six: Oh, Canada?

Seven: Zhenning’s Homecoming

Act Two

Eight: Life in the Land of Poutine

Nine: Simu the Genius

Ten: Simu the Rebel

Eleven: Eye for an Eye

Twelve: The Astronaut

Thirteen: Simu the Superfrosh

Fourteen: Abercrowannabe

Fifteen: Simu the Fraud

Sixteen: Everything Is Lost

Act Three

Seventeen: Dark Night of the Soul

Eighteen: Professional Craigslist Actor

Nineteen: Simu the Starving Artist

Twenty: Back to Corporate

Twenty-One: Blood and Water

Twenty-Two: An Inconvenient Summer

Twenty-Three: City of Shattered Dreams

Twenty-Four: Big Asian Energy

Twenty-Five: A Date with Destiny

Acknowledgments

Photo Section

About the Author

Copyright

About the Publisher


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